Are you freakin’ kidding me?
You must be joking.
You can’t actually be serious.
You are questioning me and my methods
Your life is a misery
You married a drug addict nutbar
that you won’t ever leave
cus you don’t want to spend
on an attorney
to rid your life of insanity
You live like a hermit in a garbage heap
You mentally abuse your child
You are psychotic
Happy to travel to the junkyard
and pick out junk
to pretend it’s wealth
Your beard is a long as your wit
and as awful as your persona
How dare you presume to judge anybody’s faults
while you decay from your own.
I challenge you to live a life like mine
and have the same vibe that I maintain
through it all and you with your clammy hands
and head up the ass mentality could never
reach the heights of preparedness
to make the betterment that a life deserves
yet you judge from your throne of crap
a home without love, without care, without depth
in complete disrepair.
Waiting for a day I can tell you all this.
Very soon, dumb-ass, this letter will be delivered personally.
Yes, David, before you even ask I do feel much better.
I re-read this post and it made me giggle.
I actually looked up the proper way to spell dumb-ass which was also quite fun. Apparently, it can be hyphenated or not depends on your taste I suppose.