322 [ My dear fellow Passenger…]

 

Dear Passenger Unknown,

Your words fell on deaf ears as I couldn’t be bothered to  expend my precious energy to turn and  go see,  apparently  I’m a “slut” and when that didn’t work you changed to “slag”  again didn’t turn around  as I found it all just really REALLY   tiresome and  sad.

 

Language  is beautiful, it’s a skill

the words you used to grab my attention  failed

your articulation caused me very little harm, communication is at times a craft

since you  assumed to know. me….

I’m a human being  not ‘a tart’

 

 

you can confuse me and  try to destroy me

make  my blood boil, make me  relapse all pale,

cough C O U G H go on say it  ( WHO does that anyways??)

 

 

c o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut  c o u g h  slut  c o u g h  slut

c o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut  cc o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut  c o u g h  slut

c o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut  c o u g h  slut

c o u g h  slut c o u g h  slut  c o u g h  slut

c o u g h  slut  c o u g h  slag

…oh…

 

 

Drive them  in,  your hands must hurt from driving in them nails

use them words like a knife,  there’s not much left

you can’t hurt someone who’s already in pain and emotionally dead

let me take that knife  off you your just blunting it

go rest your amazing head

 

SO LET THIS ‘ TART ‘ COMMUNICATE A LITTLE BETTER…

in another medium

it’s called art

 

 

See I can use  words too

your not the only one who’s ‘smart’.

 

 

Yours sincerely

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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