I don’t have time for you
I’ve got things to do
catering for you is like taking out the trash
you hate every part of it but glad you wont have to for another day
I don’t like you –
you’re a fucking rat
I want to choke you with a plastic bag
take every breath out of you like you did mine
you narcissistic conniving brat
you obscene pathetic scum
I’ll stuff you in a can
put you on the shelf named “rats in cans”
A whole lot of rotten brats
stuffed and there to be seen