thank you, guys.

Maybe i'm the ugliest person around

and don't have any idea of how get girls. And maybe i'm fat and disgusting, dumb and silly.

Maybe i'll die alone, old and sick

and stay there, lying on the ground

with worms and maggots eating my ass

untill someone call the police because of the stinky smell.

But I still can write a few good poems

that make me feel better than you all

together.

And I

thank you

for that.

Suckers.