I hope you like guilt trips,
this is a one-way ticket.
Keep you hands and feet
inside the vehicle,
you're not getting out.
You think that I could send you here
but that defeats my purpose.
Misery I send to you
and you and you and you
poo you.
Yes, I'm a miserable lump
just rotting over here
letting my putrid stench drift
in the directions of those
who never visit me.
my misery wants company.
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