The Asshole
03/2010 

I'm not going to pretend
that I like you because
I don't. I don't like your 
ugly arrogance or your 
conventional empty sentences. 
You stink up the room 
like a big wet fart, but
you don't go away like
one. You stick around 
like a bad habit 
infecting everything 
with stupidity and
blankness. I look
forward to your
death.