your argument invalid,
rhetorically null.
i could beg the question,
or what diseases rape your skull.
your hand fed all this brain dead
dramatic red hot flame,
the eager hand that feeds you grand
amounts of eager shame.
bring this upon your wishlist,
seek the challenge, rush or mark
that you disgrace your footsteps with
let my words tear you apart.
this gong show is your game show,
this only talent is your last
pathetic way and sad excuse
to put behind your past.
please, climb up on this tower
of bullshit that you spew.
and let this be the last time
i hear a word from you,
sad dramatic.
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