Ha!
your menial laugh
that snort emitting from a pig’s snout
found in the wrong place
Miss Piggy
sashay and scarf down some slop
all of that garbage you spew from your mouth
it’s a pity everyone hangs on your words
like whores clutch onto men
drinking them in with every ounce of energy
so that when they get them alone
it’s passive play
My hatred for you is too complex
I get off track
fuming
(did you really think I wouldn’t notice
the graffiti tattooing the stalls,
your nauseating hearts dotting and stabbing)
thinking
of all of the ways I loathe thee
(I’ve run out of limbs on which to count)
coming up with ridiculous metaphors
& similes
something biting and witty
your confusion sweetening my bitter tongue like aspartame
your stupidity leaves me tripping
like that awkward kid in the hallway
books sliding on the slick gray floor
you’d never be that kid
just the feet kicking that math book out of reach
stepping on the lunchbox
like you just landed on some unknown nerd territory
my words become a mess
shitty syllables slung onto paper
this doesn’t make any sense
you’ll always be the queen in that third dimension
I’ll be the one plotting the outcast’s revenge
© 2008
