Jen Juice

Essence of notability laughs in my face
When I expect you to have any sense of self
You’re the convict of and to himself
So mesmerized by your own junk trail of
Coldness and all alone-
The one the pigs follow and grin sullenly
Selfish and less than
You always were
Rationalizing criteria – the one that equate to dying
In your heartless fate
Wrenched in credibility and your entourage of yes men
Make you so sick
Looking around to give you the benefit
You look so ugly to me
Like the Drano of existence
Bottomed out and cried
You and your demands
Are worthless…
In this lifetime.

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