we haven't really been through anything
and you question my sanity
thoughts recklessly dismembered
to hell with vanity

fuck all the pretentious bullshit
i am sick and tired of all this
you don't need an extraordinary wit
to figure out
that my time spent with you
for me is bliss

i couldn't give a fuck
less than i give about the Donald duck
you bore me as much
as a naked slut's touch

crawling again in my own shit
messy tip to toe
like in some theatrical skit,
noose over my head i throw

bored to death
i thought you might have been the remedy
but ending more like king Macbeth
in the Scottish Play
not in comedy, but tragedy

go fuck yourself
i don't need you to write
all this crap