Drastic Measures

Hey! Fuck you and get out;
I didn’t ask you here,
but still you barge in like that,
all hopeful and fresh-faced and apologetic.
Well fuck that, and fuck you.
I like this dark pool,
this unpleasant cave.
Sulpher becomes me,
and hides other, more foul odors.
So once again,
take your stupid, lolling tongue and fuck off,
or I’ll be forced to resort
to more drastic measures;
perhaps a new page.

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