7am scratching till it bleeds something,
methodically screaming like a cunt on speed,
all to the distant tinkling of paintbrushes
in jars.. being smashed against the walls..
i woke wondering why the very few i could call
friends in the workplace have distanced themselves
from me, watering friendship down to mere
this probably precipitated the need to drag my
crooked bent thumbnail through the paint encrusted
canvas, wake up you cunting piece of shite, do
something, be something you heap of fuck..
some pretty pictures for you, how nice.
(heap of fuck not shown)