Cabin Fever

Murderers

12-26-04

Am I not going the math right?
Is this why I came here-
to get involved?
I'm not going down without a fight,
and there's no use in fighting
if there isn't a definitive outcome.

Pepper me with sarcasm
stoked by your thoughts of my jealousy.
What you don't know
is I couldn't wish death on someone
so ignorantly shallow
and rambunctiously grandstanding
as I could
on you.

Jealous? Jealous of what? Your eyes? Your plainness? Your lies? Your fake, backstabbing two-faceness? Your lack of grace? Your personality? Your whine in the face of the slightest adversity? Your classlessness? Your lack of character and integrity? Jealous? Jealous of what? If I didn't flat-out hate you more, it'd kill me to know exactly what you're thinking when I see you and I get absolutely deadened to humanity inside. And even then, I still couldn't trust the unspoken thoughts bouncing in and around your Ritalin-lacking, acid rain flooded river of a brain.

As much as I would love to watch you die
in as sordid of a mess you turned our time into,
with your games played
and your untied ends being tripped on
by everyone
while you craft your "latest bestest plan"
to feel sorry for yourself over later,
I couldn't live any further
being the last image you saw.