P*O*S

Is it he?
Or thee?
I say truly.
This title belongs to no other than me.
Larry aka the one who lives in constant misery.
Why was this to be?
My curse possibly?
Maybe I'm too stupid.
I know I'm fat.
I know I'm lazy.
I know i don't have much to offer.
So tired of this shit called life.
I only have them to vent to.
Piece of shit.
Yes it's me.
The fat fucking lowlife, it's plain to see.
Every fucking body hates me.
There's no one left that really loves me.
They're all dead, 6 feet deep.
Everyday that i live, i feel the Nothingness consume me, completely.
I wonder is there any happiness left for me?
Not really, is what i forsee.
Just holding on day by day.
Nothing is certain.
Just death.
Dying i do not fear.
Life has more to fear.

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