will I learn to as
they say play the game and do you in with your

rules? like I'll say don't
play me and gang up on some
chosen outcast, and

with your empty cheers
drink his blood, but realize
what I think of you all

I'd be pleased to add
you to my menu of idiots
ala carte

not the peaceful ones
but the ones who still spray on subway walls

i'm a winner

I'm wondering and looking
at what i;m saying here and
wondering what portrait

i know you think "you loser"
but what does it mean to me
in the long run seeing this

could this become a
tradition or do i overlook
my blessings when I

allow "you suck" to
get to me, when it stops then
do they just mindlessly

get bored and go hack
into someone's account or
do they just die of

some drug overdose or
finally someone catches them 30 days in jail

for unpaid tickets

is it funny then to
see this side of myself come
out when and if i

get to my senses
and walk away, what will you
do then? what if this

goes on for months, years

to go from response
it's like you are so good at
finding other's diss

to disrespect, but when
does the time come when the piper
plays your empty skull

whistling an ode to your
flesh rotting because you dissed
the wrong homie

I wonder when I
shall have the pleasure of grinding
your bones into bread

you little shit

you're a winner

I'm sure the TMZ
crowd loves to put up the old
push in the face scum

when their own lives are
just as fucking raunchy and
their scandals juicy

I'm not sure what that
would do, would you stop mocking
others or would you

do it to someone else
or would you be more cautious
or would you who knows

what the fuck am i doing
putting up with this shit

you're repeating yourself
kid, i really do want to beat
your ass in real life

these voices here are
real people, assholes or not
they were written by

someone, somewhere

you're a winner

all i want to do
beavis is see your head on
a stick and know you

wil type "you suck"

no more

the voices say i
must put fifteen hours in
at the Loser Mill

keep it up dillweed
only twelve hours to go
so what's your quota

She saddled her girlfriend's
face with her warm thighs
and pussy. The hot stink
of her snatch permeating
her nostrils.

angry haiku, sick
twisted, perverted, and the
other side, ideal...

Burroughs Naked Lunch
hang myself like Infinite Jest?
do I have to make

a name for myself
by fucking the guy who says
you suck with a sharp

stick?

I'm being played, facing
this crowd of no one i know
responding in kind

i'd like to sodomize
the guy that says "you suck"
to show who's on top

would they find me at
the screen, blood on the ground and
would you find it funny

Two hot lesbians in
pantyhose, tribbing each
other to a hair pulling,
screaming orgasm.

so the battle here
is between peace of mind and
stooping to the level

of some idiot saying
you loser, you suck

is that a zen statement?

what is the sound of one hand, losing or sucking?

I don't have friends here
just nameless no ones thinking
i am alone, it's ok

you who isolate
die at the hands of public
thought when TMZ

sees you fucking yourself
with a spiked dildo in a
rubber dress

I'm not through playing you

what if I had a real
knife in my hand, would you know
would you applaud

a real life suicide
would you say you loser, ha ha ha ha ha ha...

does someone have to
hurt you in real life or has
someone hurt you in

real life

I got up here and
put off what i was doing
to see more of the

same nonsense, the same
what spurs me on to respond
when he will keep on

friends disappearing
only phantoms in their place
punching at shadows

your gaze into the
muddy pool doth reveal the
Narcissus grinning

you suck

you're a loser

what is love baby
don't hurt me don't hurt me no
more what is love yeah

so what is life but
inter-being and to love
ecstasy without drugs

you're a winner

so what is life but
a struggle to keep living
who has given up?b

what makes you who are
"me" seperate, better, just
you can fall down too

sink to the frozen
bottom of the ocean, all
die in the end yes?

one says ice and a
fall is enough to break the
body in a day

and so the days of
our lives waste as one fucktard says
to another, you fucktard

who's the real master
of the fuckwads, for as i gaze
into a muddy pool

the gods say i'm the
chosen dicktard, the holy
anointed carwreck

breaking bones without
throwing stones but who needs rocks
as we the sand fall
.....through the hourglass

truth is to waste time
here is wasted time which is
real, and gone to dust

you have seen me go
brutish, nasty and short and
who is the king feared?

who implies force to
breed order, punishments, the
mind sways with that force

I feel a lot of
us find this writing healing
if other's allow

that healing to go
others want us sick so they
can mock our weakness

a sickness itself

indeed, life seems much
like Hobbe's Levitathan with
much that goes on there

in the belly of the
beast i witnessed the horrors
writers write to heal

no son of privilege
but bastard child whose inner
light flickered throughout

raging tempests and
primal wails of dark despair
to point the way home

I am told that those
who bully seek attention
through negative means

the venom coursing
through his troubled soul passes
out his finger tips

rantings behind him
vitriolic epicenter
quelled for the moment

no real winners or
losers here just witnesses
to mass blathering

mother blaster

reinvent thyself, nope
stick in the mud, stuck in the
empty void of self

no responsibility
not my fault, it's yours you're
crazy, of course i am

I'm not afraid to
speak the truth

i know i'm a genius
because I know it's ok to
be fucked up and

confidently fucked up
no drugs, no meds, just mad
i see clearly, the

stupidity and skanky
welfare check bums and their
white trash democrat ways

seek to understand
and I don't understand why
is calling someone

a loser, or critiquing them
necessary, why is YOU SUCK
necessary, what is the point

i think the assholes
around here just want to get laid
and not think too much

you see i see the
anger as a FORM of work
that many fear, and

any expression of
anger, because new age thought
denies salvation

and tends to be Man
is God, we have the more well
empty shallow types

the people wanting
status and power are right
obvious, the kind

that pull hipster shit
like "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell"
Well, like the man said

about casting stones

you get what you give and you get what you give and you will get it anon

when the show is thus
over, boredom sets in the man
behind the keyboard

diss or be dissing
sprays his frustration in a
paint can of spray

"you suck"

"kilroy was here"

"latin kings"