Seriously, what is wrong with people?
there is a totality to it
seething forked tongue rat bastard
you know what you are and you hide behind glistening facade
when things get messy pull out a gun
and make a bigger mess for other people to anguish
and you live so well since you had the last word
in the disagreement you will always win
as it is the only way to justify your existence
but in the end, and there always will be an end,
even to that which seems interminable,
what flavor will be your dust?
what irritants do you leave behind you?
what new hells and misery do you spawn?
Goodbye, denominator, you live so well below the line
Why could you not just find life more fine?