some people seem to have been created
for the sole reason to agitate others.
perhaps to also kindle the fires of hell.
‘it’s just a joke’
how funny it is that the fire stake you use to taunt with wit
will be your stoking stick in infernos pit
I guess as tough as my shell may be
it’s there to protect the utter fragility I am inside
You assume the joke you pass
is a testament to your wit
you laugh on your own
on my own
You assume the slander
the stories you made up in your head
the ones you so easily spread
that you allowed to fester,
ever the molester,
you’ve made your bed
Now sleep in it!
Know that your weakness
your utter bleakness
will be your lot
you’ll never have my nearness
Seriously, wtf did I do except offer utter sincerity towards you,
for you to think you can just spread lies about me,
assume things about me, make up stories, gossip, backbite, lie, manipulate,
incite others against me.
What part of me is it you want before your wit will be satiated,
before your lusts invigorated
before your content and liberated
discarded be my way
it’s better than being
the ball between your rackets
for another day.