i am fed up.
not with the space or the people,
but the crap that keeps coming from your lips.
you haven’t got a bloody clue why you are here,
and it is so in-authentic it makes me sick.
i know that i shouldn’t spew forth,
but when i read all the lovely stuff that you are trying to foist on me it just sends me to a place of recklessness.
perhaps one day, someone will understand my ratio.