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Saturday, July 11, 2026

Poem from 2018 called "about John"

 Haha, I forgot I wrote this. It's from 2018. It's sort of like two people, first one and then the other. 


Now you are gone

And my life is really sad

And everybody else has started treating me

Really, really bad


Now that I've ruined you

I'm on holiday

Perhaps there's another stupid, trusting bitch

Who I can rape and flay


My health is declining

I wake and sleep in distress

And yet I cannot blame you

For this horrid mess


I'm with a really fucked-up hag

She's hated you for years

Now we're going to spy on you

So we can mock your pain and fear


Why do the people hate me so

And why do I risk death

Just to do as others do

And try to draw a breath


Now we've brought the monied

And the titled to view your doom

They laugh as they watch you

Pace in loneliness about your room


Sometimes I wonder if you're happy

And if you ever think

Of the days we used to love, create,

Party, eat, and drink


Why don't you die, you stupid whore?

We've tried to kill you three times or more

We've told everyone your period's late

We've inundated you with lies and hate


Sometimes I wish that we were still friends

And that I could bid you hail

And that we could laugh because I wove our love 

Into a silly, romantic tale


You lie, you lie, we never loved

I love money and fame, that's all

One day quite soon you'll be in the ground

And I'll be a name

A mighty name

A famous name

In every bathroom stall