A Rage Into the Void

Hey, you piece of shit,
I’m thinking about visiting you so I can get good and pissed-off.
I need to write a stinking rage piece,
and you’re just the bent, button-pushing rat’s-ass to do it.

But just the thought of visiting your grimy world is detestable,
with all that insufferable self-aggrandizing BS you spew out
and all that pretend-dark bullshit you smear all over yourself,
which I think is affected, by the way,
and which simply makes you an amusing good-for-nothing piece of…
wait a second, you are good for something,
so don’t mind my taking advantage of it here…

but I won’t visit you, since I think I’ve had my effect on you already,
whether you admit it or not-
and you wouldn’t, for you are a complete ingrate as well as disingenuous-
‘truth’ means nothing to turds like yourself-
just something you think you can fashion in your own fancy.
You'll never admit that I showed concern for you and helped you,
for you’ll say anything to be disagreeable, as if that were some kind of dark virtue.
It isn’t. It's just sad.

Are you still boo-hooing yourself with self-pity, or is that just a put-on, too?
I was actually glad you ‘got better’ when you took all those shots at me last time,
even though your arguments were just a demonstrable heap of bull-dung.
I was becoming concerned- judging by your recent actions and statements, you seemed suicidal,
and in some twisted way, you pulled at my heartstrings
(though the 'heart' was never known to be wise),
so when you came back at me with your incredibly ridiculous claims and truth-denying efforts
I knew that you were 'better',
'better' being back to your old, miserable, deluded, egotistical, absurd and unbearable self,
and that the crisis had passed, that is, if you weren't pretending and wasting everyone's time.

I don’t expect you to thank me for pulling you back from the brink,
I wouldn’t expect thanks from a piece of crap like you.

Now, if I were to get really rage-infested,
I’d go see who you’ve been bullying with your self-inflated bullshit-
all ‘little people’ in your tiny, twisted sewer of a mind,
and all people better than you, as usual.

In a way it is beneficial having a malicious bag of garbage like you around-
it gives the rest of us perspective.

But I won’t visit you.
You are quite unbalanced,
and I might have an effect on you that my illogical heart would regret.
This rage into the void will have to suffice.

I remember when you really got me pissed-off once,
when I first discovered what kind of dipshit you were trying so hard to be…
(for it HAS to be an act, no one can be that STUPID).
It was really sad, for you showed such spirit in the beginning,
but your spirit quickly turned affectedly sour
as you tried to be that silly, dark, obnoxious persona you have such a fixation on.

Up until our last encounter, I thought that,
somewhere in all your indecipherable arguments,
you may have had a point or two;
but after our last meeting I found that you are just plain nuts.

Well, you crab-infested crap seat,
nice not seeing you again.