Oh man!, I’m lousy hungry, there has got to be something in here, I haven’t eaten all day.
Food at home, but I can’t go back there, not with him being there, he sucks.
Always groping mom right in front of me, then when she leaves he just stares at me and rubs his pathetic dick making kissing faces at me.
As if, that guy is so gross and old.
I told mom, but she slapped me and said I was ruining everything.
I can never go home, never ever, not with him there.
Climbing into the dumpster behind McDonalds, I see a cup, looks promising, feels heavy,
Score! its still cold, unmelted,
©The Autobiography of Mr. Perfect, 2013