Bite Me


Sometimes

I get into a funk

a mood

and it's bad!

If I call you a dick

It's only because your actions mirror my thoughts

If I'm short with my answers

to your increasingly annoying questions

take no offense

if you can

Your head doesn't taste that good anyway

Don't ask me what my problem is

It's not always about you

A little discipline

is all you need to appease me

Do what you must

and get the fuck out of my face



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