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