Shit Talk
you're an asshole
your personality loosens and tightens
as shit falls from your mouth
though most would be willing to eat straight from your hands
i refuse to even walk on the same porcelain stones as you
i flush your whirls out of my mind
and rewrite my own future
as i sit on your dumbass throne
pen in hand
ready to stab anyone
that even dares to open the God forsaken door
i swear that with whatever is left
i will shove it down your throat
and pretend the flies aren't swarming out of your eyes
and when it comes to your bullshit lies
i will curl my nose and snarl
i will write every last truth
and when asked
i will hand you the last roll
and tell you to clean up your crap
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