I love my friends.
They're always there for me when I need them,
A fucking lie; they're useless,
terribly frivolous rats, who never stop to consider--
And would never dream of leaving me behind.
What a joke--
that they'd stop long enough to let a slug like you--
When I'm upset, they come running,
Running with axes and pitchforks,
torches and fucking knives--
With flowers and jewels
jewels between their rotting teeth,
smeared with blood and so much disgusting--
packed with razors and rat poison,
just for you, sunshine.
Just for me,