Flying Solo

Please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

I’ve got a set of ladders to reach,

A saucepan from the shelf.

I don’t need anyone to catch a spider,

I can open my own jars.

I can brew my own keg of cider,

I can order my own food in bars.

So please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

In fact I choose to be single now,

For the goodness of my health.

Letting Shit Go

What’s
the
point
in all
of
this?

Of me
putting
up
with
your
bullshit?

Well
I’m
giving up,
I’m
letting
it go

But I’ll
always be
the better
person,
just so
you know

Bitter

Tell all
the lies
about me
you like

Spin your
twisted
tales
of spite

But half
truths won’t
make people
like you

And they
certainly
don’t make
you right

Done

Fuck you,

And your pathetic little smile.

Fuck you,

And your poisonous bile.

Fuck you,

And your disingenuous chatter.

Fuck you,

For you no longer matter.

At all,

To me.

Undefeated

You might
not be
speaking
to me

But I know
you’re
speaking
about me

That
means
I win

Week 34

You all think
I’ve forgotten,
but you
have no idea.

I could never
be that tasteless,
or so fucking
insincere.

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