Fuck you.
I came in peace
and you took a piece
of me.
A bigger man would turn a cheek
and look the other way,
but where would that leave me?
A victim of opinion.
A stepping-stone
in your self important
climb to the egotistical
peak
of your own self worth.
Fuck you.
Fuck both your faces.
And the dick they rode in on.
You couldn't possibly
understand
what it means to be
me.
So why jump
to foolish conclusions.
The only thing you know
is what
I
choose to show.
Does my meekness
show weakness?
Your confused
I can see.
Who
the fuck
are you
to pretend
to comprehend
that
in which you
are
ignorant.
Fuck you.
For wasting my time,
and my trust.
Fuck me.
For not acting
on my suspicions
for leaving myself open
to attack.
For turning my cheek.
But maybe
a better man
I can be.
Just don't push it.
I've run out of cheeks
© 2007 MisterE
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