Bloody fucking damn
Yo Cancer,
Didn't you get the last memo? I said to stop already. Enough is enough. And tell your pal on the horse to fuck off too, and take a nice vacation somewhere far, far away.
I have had enough of you messing with the people I care about, you hear me? Enough.
If you can't simply fuck off, as I'd prefer, can't you exercise a modicum of discretion? Fuck around with the horrible people? The stinkers, the liars, the rotters, the cheats, and the cowards? The people nobody would grieve to lose? The veryvery old, who have lived out their time, and of whom, even grieving, one can say "She had lived a good, long, life and was ready to go," or "The years owed him nothing"? What is this thing you have with the good ones? Those from whom I could still learn stuff, those with whom I enjoyed dancing, talking, arguing, those whom a lot of us are left mourn, those to whom I didn't want to say goodbye? Show a little sense!
Better yet, just fuck right off. You're really not wanted.
No love at all,
Zingerella
Didn't you get the last memo? I said to stop already. Enough is enough. And tell your pal on the horse to fuck off too, and take a nice vacation somewhere far, far away.
I have had enough of you messing with the people I care about, you hear me? Enough.
If you can't simply fuck off, as I'd prefer, can't you exercise a modicum of discretion? Fuck around with the horrible people? The stinkers, the liars, the rotters, the cheats, and the cowards? The people nobody would grieve to lose? The veryvery old, who have lived out their time, and of whom, even grieving, one can say "She had lived a good, long, life and was ready to go," or "The years owed him nothing"? What is this thing you have with the good ones? Those from whom I could still learn stuff, those with whom I enjoyed dancing, talking, arguing, those whom a lot of us are left mourn, those to whom I didn't want to say goodbye? Show a little sense!
Better yet, just fuck right off. You're really not wanted.
No love at all,
Zingerella