lottery dream

He won the lottery the lucky fuck.
I hate him.
Fuck him.
If I can I will kill him.
I will burn his velvet Elvis.
I will take his mindless trophy wife.
I will roast his pedigree dog and feed it to her with
greasy, guilty fingers.
I will lounge around his too big house and pee in the corners.
all my needs will be sated by a bevy of toothless swamp holed whores.
Whores I could dispose of quickly
The crows will feast on their rotting flesh.
I will split his wife open while wearing his boots.
slapping and laughing as she weeps.
there will be no bathing but there will be crack LOTS of crack.
It will be grand,I wont want.
and when its over and done and his woman's left defeated her sagging withered flash left blue and cold. then I will feel like my life had meaning and i will chuckle to myself as i sit next to you at the burger king.
just a dirty filthy bum with a gleam in my eye.
judge me and die.
judge me and suffer.
I am a God.