she’ll do anything
for kings & nothing for those
who need it the most
i want credit for
all the things i’ve done that you
pretended were yours
he is so low on
my list of priorities
his cries are not heard
you will suck me dry
you of razor sharp teeth &
the infinite maw
i may be laid back
but i’m not a pushover
give me what i’m due
my patience ran thru
i snapped & i stung you &
it’s all a big welt
she is your twin and
you hate her more for it and
want her to be gone
