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[catseatbees]

she still loves him
idiot.
who did you think
you were? to step in
and declare yourself.
you
dumb shit
fuck.
go home and cry
about the tribulations
hidden in
the grass.
all you can see is
the blue sky
humping the dead
earth.
you
are not
the other man.
you are the boy
loosely draped in the man's
clothing, you are
the little horny
insect
that plays
nice.
you should be attracted
to the noose
and the razor
and the meat
hook.
all your cigarette burn
craters are feeble
attempts
at bravery,
all the existential books
by Camus are the things
you chew to justify
living.
and you think you're a
big smart bohemian
too.
she will
always
love him,
every woman that ever
touches you
will love him,
every finger running along
your brittle bones
will only linger long
enough
to be disgusted
by what you
are.
so put that
fist into your mouth
tonight,
so close down
the email program
because she doesn't
want to know
what you think.
you
are
a jumble of
dog shit,
run over by
a lawn mower.