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Wrong Day.

rewiiired

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Seven years ago I may have laughed in your face, but
more likely, I wouldn’t have recognized your existence.
Two years ago I may have had the patience to waste, and
taken the time to try and penetrate the bullshit that coats the inner you.
A few months ago, angered silently, I’d hold my tongue and play grin-and-bear
imagining that an off-orbit satellite suddenly fell and broke your crooked spine.
About a month ago, I would’ve sighed and clenched my teeth
and quickly walked away, hating you from afar.
A few weeks ago, I might’ve let you push me to the max
until I could take no more and had to tell you off.
A few days ago, I would’ve taken a piss on the front seat of your car
put a banana in your exhaust pipe, and write in grease on your back window,
`good day, wish you were dead.’
About a day ago, I would’ve hired a hit man
to blow a hole in your fucking head instead.
But a few hours ago, I plotted your demise.
Thirty minutes ago, you saw something in my eyes,
cracked a joke,
and then looked right passed me.
Just now, you pushed me over the line
and bitch, now you know you
picked the wrong day to fuck with me.
 
oh my goodness. well, i shouldent comment if i have nothing important to say to this. but uhh, yea, intense
 
Old poem. She was a really stupid boss. If you worked for her, you'd understand. Putting up with authority figures is quite enough -- authority figures who have no sense of ethics or what it means to be a leader just grind me.
 
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