Dearly Deceased.

Blame the rest; it’s never your fault,
Arms wide open; legs open vault.
Cling on the decay, a drunken murmur,
Fuck anything that’ll have you; self esteem so shot?

I wont cry for you, though you hurt me so.
Brethren heart-murmurs are challenged so.
So bring out the deletion of photographic memories,
Wipe the slate clean,
Clean of you.

Never needed anybody less.
And for this gift, I feel so blessed.
Never needed anybody less.
Alcohol and sex is what you slosh down best.
And even then I’d say it’s only second-rate.

To say you’re pathetic is the very least,
Thanks for the memories,
Dearly Deceased.