With my record player blaring Appetite for Destruction in its entirety (Soundtrack of my mid-twenties) I have something I need to do and it comes from the bottom of my black and blue heart (Hey, that should be the title) You ever hate someone? Of course, you do. It could be an ex-lover, an old friend, or your coworkers. Maybe even some random prick that crosses your path. They can light a fire in your chest and you want to scream your head off but the way of the world just seems to hold you down.
I have been down, a lot, and when people rub me the wrong way that hate builds and fills up like a handle of cheap whiskey. (I just finished one, but that is not the point) I will roll into work with messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and a heart filled with hate. You can blame anything in these states of mind. I typically put it on myself but there are people I know who cause my hatred, depression, and overall weekend misery.
In these defining moments, I look up into that endless sky and ask why. (I’m not talking to a God, but myself.) Eventually when you least expect it the unbelievable happens.
With a heavy heart, I have something I have to reveal. Something I have to say, need to say, especially since the chains that I was bound to are broken.
With both my fingers raised high into the sky, I scream, “FUCK YOU DEBBIE! DON’T LET THE DOOR BUST YOU IN THE ASS ON YOUR WAY OUT YOU WICKED BITCH OF THE WEST MINNIE! HAVE FUN STANDING IN LINE AT THE UNEMPLOYMENT OFFICE WITH YOUR CRUSTY OLD CUNT! FUCK YOU AND SEE YOU IN HELL!
Ah, much better now!