You little "brat shit"
You gave it all away
What purpose drives you
Other than your greasy dance
Yes, the prance of vanity
And complete selfishness
Not one shred of compassion
But concern for your image
Faux-man, a wasteful man
An utter fake.
And I bought into your sale
- You are for sale
But way over priced.
It took a while
The longest by far
But you used me up
And now I can't wait
To stand back and
Watch with a baleful eye
But an eye that sheds no tear
As you do your greasy dance.
What a broken little man,
Selfish and insecure, vane and
Undeserving of all you've received.
Resource-sucking failures
Are amusing to watch from afar
But never let them leech onto you.
I've cursed far too much for this
Frustrating, bitter, heartless person -
Not a rhyme for you, not a song
Or a sonnet, just a rant.
Because you really couldn't care
How miserable you make other people.