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Inconsiderate

You, my dear,
are an inconsiderate

dull and stupid little brat.

Tolerated out of pity,

You are a bitch who

hasn't been properly trained.


Should you have been blessed

with the beauty of Aphrodite

your poor character might

be justified but as beauty

becomes a Goddess, ugliness

graces the mean lines of

your spoiled face.



If attention

were heroin, I'd

call you a junkie

But you are more

fascinating to yourself

than anyone else, rest assured




Abusing the good

intentions of

those unfortunate

enough to bear

your presence; you

take advantage

of courtesy so

that you might

perpetuate your

childish nonsense


And one day, my dear,

you won't be tolerated any longer

and you'll push him in the bar

you'll push a little too far; perhaps

having your jaw wired shut

is the only way to shut you up.


You are an insult to women.

You will never learn; you will never live

a real life but you'll die like the rest of us.

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