This poem is dedicated to those of us dealing with difficult people. Grab your favorite pick axe and a large melon, paste that christmas picture of your offender right on top, and swing away.

You pussy punk, I’ll sling this pick, instill
Your brain and rip it back, no consequence;
Let borrow, head of yours, this hardened steel–
Depressurize the space between the fence
Of hair and useless solid matter, hence
Society will “owe me big” for this
For retribution acted out, intense,
A favor also for you, sour piss.
Me thinks that even your dumb ass, recall will, this.


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