Monday, 23 December 2013

Written for you...?

I remember well last year going out with her and she found this word rather funny but then again she was drunk and disorderly...even to the extent of laughing at some old guy with Parkinsons...saying to him...."Are you as pissed as me".....tut tut no self respect let alone compassion.....

I was also thinking back to this time last year when you said you were going to dump your boyfriend on Christmas day and come back to me on Boxing never showed up and didn't even send a text or give any explanation......I am glad you were talked out of it but it shows you can't make your own decisions and I wonder if he's beginning to realise that he has made a mistake....he's just another "sick" puppy that you can take in and try and help once you're fed up with him like all the others you'll just toss him aside.....

We must also be near the first anniversary of Ruby's there's a hot potato..there are people out there that know the truth about your hatred of him...there are people out there that had spoken to him in on the phone when he was in tears because you did your best to not let him go to a meet up in Wales...I wish those people would speak out and let the everyone know the real you....then you have spout out grief and anger and what he did....yet you learned should the same respect and compassion for me after two attempted suicides last have no compassion for anyone with a mental illness we're all just druggies to lack empathy and forgives and yet put this wonderful front up about how you do everything for everyone....and run it like a business making money on the backs of the sick.....

There's lots more to come.....have a great Christmas....I certainly will....... :-)

Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.
You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.
Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.
What kind of creature bore you
Was it some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...