In this erratic plight known as life
I cut out the miserable length of my time on earth,
Shut up and listen!
If I have time, I would explain why the length is miserable later.
Shit! With this knife and my clumsy fingers,
the jagged outline suggests another use, the proper use of this burnt sienna blade
some idiots I have to stab, many idiots who deserved to be crippled,
and one idiot who won’t be around soon
it eases me a bit, the mere thought of this
So where is he?
Where the fuck is he? Son of a powdered, wrinkled whore!
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