Why I Am Not an Asshole

I am not an asshole. I am a very

kind and giving person. Where is

MY freaking thank-you? Also,

 

Mr. Pissywussy was declaring 2004

the year of blind choices. Now I have

to take time to be grilled on what

I want to write about and

why. It’s a “Cat Spa.” It’s my goddamn

money. Don’t tell me what I can

or can’t buy. You are an asshole

who looks down a tunnel. “DIE

you stupid arrogant American, DIE.”

Oh by the way, I am using WordPress

now, that’s why I am referring to it.

Just don’t fuck with me,

I am here to share with you the sad thing.

 

At least I don’t hold much respect

for people. I am not an asshole or

a bitch, more like an asshole and a moth.

In case you are wondering why I am

on MySpace at this time of day,

while I will not be known

as a Lortab doc, I am someone

who isn’t interested in reading.

That is why I am dressed in anachronistic

clothing, and am able to talk to you. Every

time I see someone in a wheelchair

or leather I laugh. Now I know why

I am separated. Have a good weekend.