(Circa. 2018)

Your fingertips might as well be covered in dog shit

But the smell..

It's not even physical anymore

It's digital, it's mentally, it's written in pen, it's on paper-

IN ALL FUCKING FORMS

You're revolting.

Immature

Deplorable

Only someone like you couldn't notice it

The rotting flesh and insipid mentality you have on

The well fed ignorance you hold so proudly in your ghastly arms

You disgust me in all ways

My eyes burn in your presence

You might as well have scrubbed your gums with the insides of a dead carcass

Because your words sure smell like it.

"fuck, why hasn't this garbage been thrown out in the trash yet?"

Don't worry,

You will soon.