You,
I've never hated someone so much,
I want to die on your front steps,
and leave a trail of blood and such,
and tell your mom your secrets.
But you,
I want to write you songs,
and push you on swing sets.
Or parallel park, so you don't have to,
And buy you lots of flowers.
And back to you,
I wish you the worst,
and hell, and a gas shower.
As for you and your pretty face,
I wish you'd sit and pose
so I could draw your pretty face
and tie it with a bow.
You, you suck
Your time has come
to jump into a river
all tied up
and bound and gagged
while vultures devour you liver.
And me and you will sing and dance,
and buy ourselves a sheep
and build a cake
and play kazoos
and smile until we sleep.
And when you sleep
I hope you never dream,
just think of ghastly nightmares
and torturing, ghastly, screams.
While we will sleep so pleasantly.
On clouds of love and clovers.
And you will watch me die and bleed
on your floor, over and over.
And we'll walk down some aisle someday,
and I'll invite your mom.
And everything will just suck for you
broke, sick, shit, disease and despair, and Vietnam.
You and I will shine our shoes
and braid each other's hair
and drink and talk about
how wonderful it is
when life, it turns out fair.
'Cause you'll be in a sorry state,
with your sorry job,
and your sorry mate,
and it'll be dark and bleak and
we'll never speak.
Until one day you see us
at an estate.
You'll say I look pretty
and I'll say
I hate you.
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