Well I guess I don’t know shit!
Yet somehow I got away from your "skits".
A fake life of drama and performance.
Love without action.
Care without thought.
Connection to deflection;
cause you never straight up.
Trailer parks and public housing
have bred greater graces.
From better stock than you;
oh "great suburban savior".
The kind that vows married and fuck freely anyhow.
Old enough to know better; slimy enough not to give a damn.
The kind that see every problem like a sell sword bleeding a curse.
The kind of which truth be said worse
hide his bloody hands and screamed, "I was hit first”.
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