Paint Me as a Villain/Problem with Authority

If I saw every manager and supervisor I've ever encountered,  I’d burn them alive by mixing battery acid into their gin and tonic, I've got a problem with authority. I have a problem with authority and not all authority but more work related. I have a problem with getting treated like I don’t fucking matter, that I’m below everyone, and I’m sure a lot of people feel like this but I can’t speak for them. I have a problem with authority in the sense that if I made a mistake that I know I made, don’t rub it in my face. Let’s be mature about this shit and move on. Don’t keep going and then be fucking surprised when my tone of voice becomes stern and serious because you decided you wanted to keep repeating whatever lame ass thing you were saying about the said mistake made. And I understand that my tone may come out stronger than anticipated so I will apologize, even though I don’t feel like I was in the wrong because I mean who the fuck likes getting picked on and talked down to? Don’t be a dickhead about my apology either. If I’m man enough to apologize, don’t accept it yet continue to spout off some nonsense that you think will “make me feel bad.” When in reality, I could give two fucks about what you think or what you have to say. They say never bite the hand that feeds you and I totally agree yet don’t be surprised when you mistreat what you’re feeding and then it suddenly bites off your leg from the knees. Weird rant I know but this damn job has officially gotten to me. 4 more weeks and I’m done. 

I'm Killing Me Trying to Kill You

I’m fighting the urge to call you even though I know if I do, you’ll just ignore it because, well because it’s me calling. I want to brag about the multiple women I have slept with just to prove to you that all of your bullshit has evaporated from my mind but in reality it’s all just fantasies and internet porn, hell I even began to have imaginary sex with my non-realistic red-headed curvaceous dorm mate who just so happened to greet me, naked. To my shock, the school had co-ed dorms which isn’t really shocking but when your dorm mate is that crazy gorgeous well then shit. Anyways, I want it to eat at you that shit has improved on my end. Like twins I want it to burn you like acid reflux when I ingest the deliciousness that is her spit. I want it to sting when I prick my finger on a motherfucking thorn except when I do I can’t help but vomit up the amount of tequila that you drank from the night before. Oftentimes, I pass by the mirror and see you on the other side, modeling some skimpy lingerie for some no nut having sack of shit that doesn’t even deserve you. More times than I’d like to admit, I’ll jerk forward or backward and I know that there’s nothing I can do about it but just wait for it to cease, I can however scream in agony that “this Fucking has to stop!” I want you to feel how bad it was to think, to breathe, hell to feel. I want you to forever picture what could’ve been and not what the hell is, I want you to remember those times you talked to me about your relationship troubles and all the sexual things you would tell me about the two of you and how my fucked up mentality would make the scenario that much more realistic. I want you to know about these things because when it was just the two of us, it was everything to me, but now it’s just nothing to you…

Grateful

      I came home from a tough day at work beaten and sore and I couldn't help but think of my old man who would bust his ass everyday to provide for his family. Sure some days were easier than others but the goal was always the same, it's not just for you but for those you love as well. Thanks for the life lessons, Pop...