“I’d like to see you walk a fucking inch in my shoes after I lose the supporting of my soles

I bet your feet would fucking bleed

Mine are callused hard and I’ve no regard for the shards of glass along my current path”

And yet you don’t have a fucking clue of what it’s like to be abandoned or to have a hole in your soul

Neither do I but at least I don’t sit atop my soap box whinging, no

When I’ve seen better men stand upon theirs and become exemplars with ebullient flair

You wane in significance, a pocket of air

Your petty griping just doesn’t compare

Even your candidness is artfully vile

A subtle way for you to practice your guile

It’s quite becoming, that look of denial, as evident as that facetious smile

It’s almost as though you don’t have a clue

I’ve never seen a more piss poor excuse for a human than you

You’re an unreasonable man

I’m sure you’ve got nothing to lose so go ahead and alienate your friends in the process too

Fuck you