Sometimes little wisps of past grudges remain with me. They have a faint and fleeting effect.
The Passive Aggressive Note
What is this scrap of paper here?
a note?
read it, read it, um hm, um hum
what could it possibly connote
Ah ha, of course
I show no remorse
You can take your note
and shove it
write some bad poetry. Just absolutely love it!
I've torn my shirt off, Lord of the Fly's style
like a savage child, a billowing roar, and then a cough
it's been awhile
but I have something to say
anyway
no one will ever know the monsters in your head and the gremlins in your heart
...as intimately as you do
my emotions now bustling like an overcrowded zoo
that’s why I said fuck it, why bother even trying to meet
them, greet them
they’re yours; your only true friends
chained to your heart and your head in grouped tens
one day, maybe, one day we’ll invite them out to play
we’ll tell them to sit in multiple different styles of
chairs
watch and see the real extent of how much I cared
we’ll invite them to a duel
we’ll play by brand new rules
it will be a fight to the death
until one of us takes our last breath
just you and I
let them eat their Denny's pie
the show will begin
rin tin tin
both of us alone
the crowd of monsters and gremlins will grown
armed with just a brim-full milk jug
a wall of rubbery white liquid will hit your mug
down you will fall
your empty body, I will continue to maul
crunch crunch crunch
I’ll take my boot and stomp in your small skeleton
your sham life, no longer you will be able to run
no blood in this bath
but alas, your monsters and gremlins will finally see my wrath
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