Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Not one to scamper, I am often mistaken
For someone evil like that angel from heaven.
Often misunderstood but I just do not see
The importance of excessive pleasantries.

I’m that type who’ll tell you that you suck at something
While others kiss your feet then give a tongue bathing.
See, the bush has never been attractive to me.
I won’t beat around, so what if I’m called ‘mean’?


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