The Poison Princess

I call you the poison princess, the name just seems to fit
Can't bring myself to speak to you, I'd rather chew on shit
I think of self mutilation, when you walk in the room
You need a new mode of transport, here try this fucking broom



The pathetic act that you portray only the guilible believe
Mere seconds in your presence and I pray for you to leave
Your self serving egotistic self promotion makes me sick
And all of the above are things that make you fucking tick



Your circle of ever decreasing friends grows smaller every day
While strangers hold their noses to keep your putrid smell at bay
with your soulless dead and lifeless eyes and your laugh so shrill and fake
when you need him where's Van Hellsing with his bloodstained wooden stake ?



I wish you were a road statistic although it sounds perverse
But if someone hit you in their car they'd stick it in reverse
Just to feel the wheels bump to squeeze out your final breath
But knowing you and your slimy ways you'd still cheat fucking death


A parasitic user out for just what you can get
Even gamblers anonymous have you down as a losing bet
Your badness seeping out of every single rancid pore
I swear that if I really tried I couldn't hate you more



As far as I can fathom, redeeming qualities you have none
And if I were granted wishes, all three would wish you gone
Banished back forever to the pit from which you came
And never have again to hear the mention of your name...