vile creatures
Eat ****
You don’t define me
I’ve got a mind of my own
with a body so hot
it bothers you –
you snot
*****

Adios Amigos
be gone
I don’t play
to the tune
of your song

Au revoir
all you fragile egos
you hate yourselves
you’re so full of rue
of things you could have done –
if you were brave as I
but atlas, you’d rather point the finger
at the other guy