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.