It's Friday and that fucker is doing it again    
flirting with my Chi  
my morning solace  
I've a mind to kill him today    
with his fake ass smile    
and his black socks    
pulled up to his knees    
poet please    
do you even know the difference    
between form and abjectation?    
Queen Anne's and hemlock?    
the poison's in the blood    
you, just wallow in the mud    
you sling, as you think they sing    
no songs to be heard here    
no bird will catch your worm    
it wiggles towards the warm    
and shrivels inside your hest    
go on and beat you chest    
your shit is less than best
Written by JusTim_
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