You’re a confident little shit.
Strutting like a cock.
You think I really care?
Just watch me fuckin walk.

I wont grovel at your feet,
And I certainly wont beg.
Besides I’d rather have a six-pack,
Than a fucking keg.

Call me a bitch?
I find that a joy.
At least I make bitch look good.
Unlike a titty-suckin momma’s boy.


you really think its gunna hurt me if you walk out of my life? I had my best friend spiral down in front of me, lie to me, probably steal from me, hate me, forgive me, love me, leave me, love me, then leave me again. So losing a useless, alcoholic, leach like you is nothing in comparison.  Peace.