Here’s the deal

TRIGGER WARNING

LOADS AND LOADS OF C-WORDS

LMAO HI, SORRY

THE CAPS LOCK AND THE C-WORDS ARE NECESSARY



For the sake of art, please forgive me.



filthy, filthy poem– by becky WTGH

I didn’t have expectations,

I’m still disappointed.

You set the bar very low,

and I still tripped.

You are a cunt,

and I wish you didn’t exist.

I’d be better off having never met you.

You are garbage, shit, pestilence,

Yet I feel like I know you.

I lust for your smell,

you garbage-cunt, you.

Graceful, poignant and fragrant

dumpster at the end of August,

I love you, and you completed me,

But my dumpster is full

And it’s all your garbage-cunty shit,

Look, see!

On the curb, down the street.

Fucking move your shit.

I’m not made of garbage-cunt,

But I love that you are

Makes me feel at home when you

treat me like the dumpster

that I am, inside.

You threw your shit all over me and

I loved it.

I love you, garbage-cunt,

you and I were meant to be.

Now I realize how sorry I am

to not see me, for me.

I’ve been cleaning up your garbage,

cunt.

Come see,

there is nothing left of you

Inside me.


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