Jerk King!

Yes, do that and do it well.
You're good at it.
Pretty damn good!
Self gratification you must,
self gratification you're left with.

Jump off the cliff!
They won't save you.
Jump off the cliff,
you'd still land on hay.

It is a strange joke
that you'll fall for each time.
It is a dastardly joke
that does not stop being funny
to everyone but you.

Just as well!
You laughed too, remember?
When they slipped and fell?
You pointed and laughed.
They didn't find it funny then
but they need some kicks too.
It is just fair.

When they call you weak
they are true.
When you lie about your might
you are true.
They can choose to believe you or not.

You're not to call the shots.
Nothing is for you to decide.
Wallow in self pity.
Write cheesy poems.
Masturbate.
Pre mature ejaculation
is your pre mature joy.
The rot is your gift.
The garbage food.

Question but not them.
Complain but in silence.

Death shall not embrace.
Pariah to life, you shall remain.

You bastard!

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All things hate you, Biprorshee

Cheater Cock!

What tomorrow promised

was far from what it delivered.

What tomorrow promised,

yesterday had a good laugh at.

A few dozen incomplete songs

that couldn't be sung.

The melody never came.

The meter never perfect.

The lyrics bereft of honesty.

The voice always choked.

Some letters never written

or signed with 'With Love'...

The nib always broken.

The words always blank.

The language vile and cryptic.

Address unknown.

Some journeys planned bad

and left abandoned.

Routes almost always wrong.

Directions never understood.

Stars that were far from guiding.

Destination anywhere.

What tomorrow promised,

what tomorrow brought.

Whom tomorrow loved

I could never be!

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All things far from Biprorshee