I was wrong.
You're so fucking egotistical -
Placing yourself with Jesus and Siddhartha and
Krishna.
I love Krishna, but I don't love you.
You think soul comes from god,
Well god comes from soul
And I'm glad I stole yours -
not much of a challenge, though.
So why am I bitter?
I'm not bitter with you, prick -
How can I hate someone with the depth
of a fucking cereal box?
But that's okay, because I eat
cereal for breakfast and lunch -
just take a little lick
here and there.
Well baby, you don't got what I need:
you ain't exotic,
sure as hell aren't erotic,
and you've got a head full of goddamned gold.
You were a pretty dry fuck.
Reason for writing:
Oh, what makes men think?
Birth sign: Aquarius
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