Know-It-All

What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
stronger

But
it
also
makes
me
sick

So
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arse

You
condescending
prick

One Way Ticket

What
will
it
cost

To
see
you
off

And
for
you
never

To
return

Whatever
it is

I’ll
take
that
hit

For
a life

Without
concern

Tight Lipped

I’m
not
trying
to be
mean

Or to
cause
yet
another
scene

So before
my fuse
is well
and truly
blown

Please
just piss
off and
leave me
alone