My time is no longer yours to use.
Because you abuse.
Your lack of attention today.
One day you’ll realize your soul sucks.
You ignore people with your silent fucks.
For me, I would be embarrassed if I failed to reply.
But you, however, are conditioned to falsify. Your rudeness is cloudy in shades of green.
And your penmanship is borderline mean.
Reading through the lines in your latest text.
Your vocabulary is shallow and vexed.
That’s okay, the devil has a plan.
He’s going to shorten your lifespan.
I’m just telling you the truth.
Sorry to be so uncouth.