Snappin'.

Your body's turned into a corpse, using dreadnoughts I'm f*****g with your thoughts. Insanity brought a wicked, twisted, genius into this world.. what to do? Nothing you simple mind, just like John Cena -- YOU. CAN'T. SEE. ME. I am the undefined. Everywhere you turn I'll be there, like the monster under your bed I'll never disappear. 'Til death do us part, no sweety, I'm takin' off your ring and flushin' it down your porcelain throne. Covered with your s**t, how do you feel? I'm through with this, you're nothing to me you silly rabbit, I have no time for your trix. Colder than the fridge and the freezer, some b***h named Deborah thought she could out do me. Swag, what b***h? Don't make me call your therapist and expose your dirty laundry you're not fckin' ready for it. I'll hang your s**t stained trousers and jizzed on blouses so everyone could see. You ain't no barbie. There is no Ken. You filthy liar, you're the embodiment of what I abhor, theres nothing to adore you skinny ho. To be in my presence is a privilege, don't take for granted what you are not privileged. 

Author's Note

A part I had in a cypher

Reviews

[Judy]

This is interesting - I did not quite understand it - but that could be just me - I think I would have liked this piece in more than one paragraph/stanza = if it is a poem - because it seems that this is all said within one breath