Jerk
Shut up
You stupid jerk
All you do in your empty life
Is use your red pen
To mark up my life
You never consider
How it feels
To hand back my soul
Hacked to pieces
You sit there on your pedestal
Dissecting my brain
For an audience of mannequins
Be honest, be truthful you say
And like androids they do as you bid
They shred my feelings
And burn it for fuel
To use for their gluttony
On the next unsuspecting fool
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