when people ask me
if i care for any of the
things life has to offer
my mouth spews vitriol
and i spit out viciously
abuse is what i peddle
care i don't for anybody
work, a bloody crapshoot
all hearts laced with bitter
memories best forgotten
the future, a dark hole.
then, with an ugly scowl
i proceed to longingly
indulge my sweet tooth
