Smile!

I've done nothing to you,
but it's easy to see,
that these words from your lips
were meant for me.

I've waited and waited
for this to end.
It never did-
to think! I called you a friend!

But you're the whore,
and you're the liar,
your emotional pool,
is getting dryer.

You're a shallow bitch,
And I hope you die,
your mother is the only one,
who would cry.

I would cry, too,
if my son was a bitch.
I'd beat you, drown you,
and leave you in a ditch.

Your birthday celebrations,
would be in the closet,
your college fund would
lack my deposit.

You're really lucky
that you're not my son,
with all the bullshit,
you've already done.

You're a liar, a whore,
I'd kill you in a sitch.
You'll die of testicular cancer,
so suck it, bitch.