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Monday, September 8, 2014

The Suicide Note of a Lovelorn Lesbian Fighter Pilot

If by the time you read this I am dead
Do not fret because it wasn't by my own hand
I was a sacrificial lamb
Slaughtered for the bemusement of a few
Little devil children who didn't give a damn about the damned
Too bad for the world
I would have changed it all
With tiny chants and cat calls
By playing on my video machines all day
Or browsing online porn on my old timey PC
Do not worry
I smoked my weed to my hearts content
Barely got out of bed
Vomited every place I had went
But do not worry for I made a lot of decent money
For a measly shop worker sweating my ass off
But then it was gone
To places unknown, thets a lie I know
But I'll blame it on the weed
Short term memory loss
and the queen of my heart
Pretending to give a damn
While damning everything
Lets get this out of the way
The noose was looped about my neck
But I didn't kick the chair out
Hell, I barely kicked the dog
I'm so angry at this planet of insects
So irritated by the hand me down saints
Crawling up the walls to cover up pinhole cracks
But never plastering over the gaping holes
That are on the whole to blame for this place
Go ahead crucify me
But don't make me a savior
I'm not martyr
I'm nothing
And I understand that
A simple little worm
Unable to see most of the others
As we are blind and dig about the mud
Dicking around and reproducing
Reciting warm passages of annoyance
But sure lets be significant
Let's metamorphosis
Let's just try a little harder
But hold on I'm writing my novel
Its plugged in over their
In my viral machine full of virus'
But I'm already gone
Damned it all
Suicidal tendencies for homicidal maniacs
That's the title of my next memoir
Goodbye cruel world
you did this to me,
Not!

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