For the Sake of Losses

This was written well before 2015. More like 2007 or 2008.

It would be best if you stabbed me in the back

That way our eyes wouldn't have to meet

You've crossed the line

Like a good friend, you opted for the chest

 

A modern day Judas

To my modern day whipping boy

 

Was it worth it to watch my eyes flash with gross dismay?

Reduced to another stripped tree in your forest of losses

I wonder who you'll toss in the bin next

 

You threw me out without even recycling our remains

Disregarding all others for your own mass consumption

You might as well pile me up and throw in a lit match

Rather than subject me to this vicious travesty

 

I truly feel sorry for you

For you will forever destroy what beauty is around you