Ingratiatingly yours , endearing slovenly to your esteemed caress,
Sucking up the emptiness apparent in your dazzling dress.
It was a great show of force to create this chance for me.
To be just another piece of dangling scenery on your shining tree.
Enter the portrait, which does not exist,
You chose the 1\8 package, I would never persist
To deny this great discussion on a eight person wish
Ruled to death by you god-awful list of prioritized miseries.
It came true your little public dream, you exist only to subsist.
Eat your prozac and suck that up for a prosaic kiss to fuel your dentist
Drill that eats to the core barbing down into my gleaming eye
Of civilness and its many, varied, diverse, crazy means of defense.
Can you see the flakiness of this day the solitude of these hours,
The spikes underneath the layers of my often caring but dead flowers.
I hope as you lay to rest tonight, that the nightmares of tomorrow
Will drown you unendingly in a grave of raw sewage sorrow.