You are a cater, an open wound
I'd rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you
You are pathetic, scum beneath my feet
A snake even you could beat.
If we we're competing for ugliness
I'd be ashamed to be rooting for your opponent
Why you keep living I'll never know
But I'll just say to go away
'Cause I know you're a little slow.
So with this kind poem for you
I will bid good-bye
Know this message is long overdue
And by leaving you I'll never once more cry.