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I'm usually quite pious
when it comes to love and hate –
a little smile goes a long way,
and who am I to judge a sad face?
but you, my dear, you
ruin every last of my vows and virtues.
there is not an inch of worth to your existence.
not a talented bone in your precious little body,
not an intelligent cell in your booze-fried brain,
not a humble word resting between your teeth.
you thrive on the spotlight of harsh words,
so maybe I'm still just filling your dirty dog bowl,
but these are the words I know we're all thinking.
I'm far from the Janice to your Regina, trust me.
I'm astounded, not obsessed
at how ridiculous a human being you are.
so, laugh now.
throw your head back and call me names,
but revel in this privilege
of a poem named after you
while it still lasts –
because someday,
while you're sitting in your baby-stained shack,
in some remote 'Jackson, Wyoming' type of town,
you won't hear your name between the static transmission
of my heart-warming Oscar speech.
this is the last shred of attention I'll ever give
a purposeless, pathetic shrew like you.
when it comes to love and hate –
a little smile goes a long way,
and who am I to judge a sad face?
but you, my dear, you
ruin every last of my vows and virtues.
there is not an inch of worth to your existence.
not a talented bone in your precious little body,
not an intelligent cell in your booze-fried brain,
not a humble word resting between your teeth.
you thrive on the spotlight of harsh words,
so maybe I'm still just filling your dirty dog bowl,
but these are the words I know we're all thinking.
I'm far from the Janice to your Regina, trust me.
I'm astounded, not obsessed
at how ridiculous a human being you are.
so, laugh now.
throw your head back and call me names,
but revel in this privilege
of a poem named after you
while it still lasts –
because someday,
while you're sitting in your baby-stained shack,
in some remote 'Jackson, Wyoming' type of town,
you won't hear your name between the static transmission
of my heart-warming Oscar speech.
this is the last shred of attention I'll ever give
a purposeless, pathetic shrew like you.
GAH.
I hate some of the bitches at my school.
(c) Claire D. Hawthorne
I hate some of the bitches at my school.
(c) Claire D. Hawthorne
© 2011 - 2024 sammywalkers
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