thanks

Thanks for nothing, thanks for everything you didn't ever do, didn't try, didn't care, got by by being unfair, over here, over there, everywhere, where's where?

I don't care, and my words will display, the discord I never felt from all the projected dismay.

Now I'm moving on, what's next, where will I end up?

What do you care, with your shish hair, and your jellied fliff flup.

That's right you got some features that be a needing new names, Like Lou Garret had that thing that made him uncanny in ways.

Like a ruffian hoodlum, you always seem to be, not worrying about anyone else, but you only considering ye.

Like an apple that's gone rotten, taking others to the grave, cause you were useless, and ruthless in the kind of talentless way.

You smile is vile, your teeth are all black, their rotten, soft as cotton, and your breaths smelling bad.

So what do I care if you never ever reconsider, consider sitting with the sitter you gonna tell me I'm bitter?

Just think of my words as litter, spewing out from my brains, they have no meaning till you add it,  does that make it inane?

What does it matter without matter, without me, not to be flattered, considering the latter to be as if it's kinda batter, that you coat your emotional state with while you go on getting fatter.

Time riding, laden with lying, wasting money, don't need buying, get your things together before you crying, it's too late, you have been flying, now your older, more brittle in your ways, and fiddling days, almost gone, and filled with haze.

All your hairs turned into greys, all those memories have erased, like a blank slate you be in a stank state for days.

So what do I care once again I ask, you need me more than I you. But you've forgotten that since the last time that I told you, but much time has passed.

Thanks for nothing, spanking muffins, cranking stuffing just to say, painting the picture that I wish to display.