Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Dear Mr. Hyde

Yeah yeah, I know it isn't one of my best.
This isn't even going to be accompanied by a picture.
Don't judge.


You sicken me.
Your McCarthyistic views.
Your utter hypocrisy.
I cannot fucking deal with it anymore.
“You need to respect me. I’m your teacher.”
Bullshit.
You get what you deserve.
So respect me, you hypocritical fool.
My hands clammy, heart racing, I fight back.
I am trying to bring you down.
It is me against the world (the world being you).
But I am building up my allies.
We revolt.
This anger that is fueling us, pumping red hot through our veins, is turning into pure adrenaline.
You are the devil in a beard.
Put on a movie when you are tired; it is only a $34,000 education!
But you’re feelings, you’re narcissistic views, are all that matter.
You are nothing but a two-faced joke.
And you wonder why I call you Mr. Hyde.

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