“Dear Devil”

Dear Son of a Bitch. I write to you  in letter form for I feel it's the safest way for you to deal with me. Were we in person, I would likely end your existence. Yes I said your mother was a bitch, meaning she was as big a piece of shit as you. She should have fuckin' flushed. That said, bring it on you "wanna be" manipulator.  Bring it on you liar! Hit me with your best shot you rotten stench of hell. 

I'm pretty sick of your judgmental attitude. I've had it up to here with your criticisms making futile attempts to infiltrate my brain. You should have done your homework and picked on someone vulnerable enough to give you the time of day. I know you do that; pick on the weak. You bully and force submission into your dysfunctional world of hurt.

You think you got something over on me!? I'll use your desire to consume to my advantage.

You see that heard of pigs over there? The ones that are plentiful on the earth destroying and rooting about? I command you as a representative of God to be in possession of the hairy snort fucks and run for the cliff. You'll cause them to run like the insanity you represent, to their demise and ultimately yours.

It almost seems like I'm letting you off the hook with my kind words because you continue to infiltrate life. You're like a roach and its family in a household.

You have no power over me. You are actually filling my garbage can of wasteful thought. 

Be gone you ass wipe colon employer, producing nothing but shit.

Fuck yourself.

Be the lonely piece of insecure shit you have evolved into. 

Get the real idea that you are an insubordinate fruit fly in my life.

I shouldn't even bother explaining to you what you already know. You're so going down. 

Down..Down..getting warmer? Down..bubbling surfaces? Down.. hurts, don't it? Down, Down, Oh. I guess you shouldn't have been such an ass hole.