Savant-garde

The perfect term to describe

a flaky bitch like you

head screwed on backwards

as is the shit you cling to.

Savant-garde

it seems, I was wrong in the end

as hard as I’ve tried

as much as I’ve cried

I don’t want you as my friend.

Nice when you need something

no, not even then

living with you, a fucking bitch

a hell that never ends.

I’ll kiss your ass

and ignore your sass;

your aggravation and dissention:

“I’ll get my way and fuck your world”

savant-garde pretension.

“If you were a girl

you’d be pregnant by now”

she says, gleefully as fact

well, you were just a piece of ass,

my dear

and not that great at that.

Shave your pits

and brush your teeth

wash your PJ’s please

the smell has always made me sick

though I tried not to breathe.

Band-aid cunt

with bright red hair

can not get whom she taunts

once I have left, and gone

I’ll still be the one you want

Savant-garde

a perfect term

to describe someone as you

I screwed you once, but you fucked me twice

but you still stick like glue.

The remorse once felt

for a sorrowful deed

has now long disappeared

If I could cause you pain I would,

and continue it for years.

So cling away

Band-aid bitch

to your avant-garde collections

next time you hear

breaking glass

it’ll be aimed in your direction.

The door that SLAMMED

was your own

and of that I commend

because freckle-faced bitches like you

I’ll never have as friends.