No need, thanks

i lit this smoke with complete intention of writing something rather angry… as usual
its seems ive’ drawn a blank
nothing comes to mind
the feeling is past although
if i think hard about it i could drum up a nice nauseous stomach about the whole ordeal
but why would i want to do that?
so i guess fuck off would be my next choice of words
that would be just grand and fucktastic


Stool Pigeon

Compliments never sit well with me , they never really have no matter how sincere or the person giving them
i get uneasy and almost embaressed to the point
thank you with a smile is even hard to pull off
only one has ever stuck to me
“if i was ever going to rob a bank theres only one person on this planet id take with me cause’ i wouldnt have to pay him to shut up”
my old man never has had a way with words nor is the fact of where the compliment is coming from at all even if you knew my family the littlest one is tough to come by
his thoughts come from years of keeping my mouth shut
all through grueling primary school detentions, 2000 word essays, having to sit a whole school year in the toilets
then getting on in age only to get a bigger rap sheet for holding my tongue with faced with much more than days in a jail cell
so with that picture finger painted
you will always get the truth out of me i just never subscribed to the tattle syndrome
finally i have given in after many moons
im a rat bastard
not yellow or guilty
in fact i have more guilt being hungover after a night of telling people to fuck off  and spending too much on a bar tab
i could never understand loose lipped people
i still dont’
it changes nothing
i wont’ lose sleep over it
sleep is a rat fuck himself thats been staying off my street
this is just part of the delivery and punchline