Miserable

may vexation be a muse

A sudden

brash movement

to jar me

out of my pleasantness.

 

The joys that are taken from misery.

 

Don’t forget to include me.

 

Candidly,

I wouldn’t know what to do with myself

if you didn’t

find these puerile ways to vent.

 

My own destruction could never be enough.

Keep prodding

while I sit quietly by,

bothering no one.

I haven’t quite had my fill

of bullying,

 

you obnoxious c**t.

 

What pleasure in misery you find.

 

Fondness rings in my heart

at every memory I have

of what a s**t sucking menace

you are to my peace.

 

Destroy me

like you’ve destroyed yourself.

It should give you a chuckle.

 

An enlightened grin

curls my lips

just thinking

of how much of a god damned

annoyance you are.

 

I hope I’ve served you well.

 

Have fun mopping my blood

and when I’m under the dirt

 

just know

 

that I’ve always wanted you to kiss my a*s.

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[Sparrow]

I think I'm rubbing off on you. It's like my style of poetry but done infinitely better of course.