Beat Me Up Because I’m Too Tired To Do It Myself
I hate me, you hate me, everyone hates me. What are you gonna do about it? I can’t stand these people who ask me if I want to start something. Yeah, earning a lot of money, dipshit, what you gonna do about it? Fuggeddabahtit, you slag! Plagued by pinheads with mouths bigger than the brain behind it. Everytime they open their mouths and coat you in spit aqnd bad breath they disperse a little of the little grey matter they were blessed with by a God with a sense of humour. I used to practice my self-loathing in my bedroom with Joy Division playing while I worked out how best to kill myself. I’m too lazy for that shit. I only have energy for certain things. Scribomania is my raison d’etre. The pen is mightier than the sword and wit is mightier than the fist. So punch me you moron, let’s have done with it.