this confessional smells feral,
stale sweat, stuttering lamentations.
ah, i see you knelt here once
crying misused thought and situations.
SCHOLAR's not the name of that cap
on the cesspool you call head.
damn whiny, loathsome, deluded tot
it screams IDIOT instead.
i'll no longer caress your lies,
your pleading whimpers i'll ignore.
to me you are simply a nonentity;
erased, not there anymore.
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