Scumbags, a poem.

[hooray4thumbs]

...not that they deserve it, I simply need to use them and their scum-baggery to release the venom that their bite has left in my system.

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Scumbags.
Scumbags.
Filthy.
Almost completely worthless.

Were it not for my upstanding moral fortitude
and my undying self-respect,
I would gladly dirty my own hand to relieve my own
undeserved
tension and stress
by casting this refuse into an eternal abyss
in a vein effort to make their immense stupidity clearly visible to them
for just one single moment before their air-filled heads caved in
from the pressure of being
exposed to usefulness
for the first time in their lives.

Instead, so as to not risk infection,
I will spend exactly one more minute
using the echoes of their sad, withered, under-evolved, eye burning, dead skunk-like essence
for my own personal gain
before emerging, unscathed, from their pathetic attempts at tyranny:

I say, once more,
you suck,
and I freely admit that I am comforted
by the fact
that you suck so much
that your soul is already burning in hell
and will never again know the clean, clear light of day.

And you have no one to blame but yourself.

You.
Scumbag.
Congratulations.
You have just unintentionally made yourself useful.

I thank you.
You pig.

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::aaaaaahhhhh.... much better.... night night, all!
: D