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How wonderfully delightful,

What great and joyous news.

You stupid whore, I hate you too,

So broken and so bruised.

So sorry that your daddy dearest,

Never made your day.

It's not my fault that he got angry,

Or that he didn't stay.

I'm sorry that he hit you,

Don't like the things he did.

But you can suck me sideways,

If you think I'm like him.

I know I have a temper

I sure as hell get mad.

But I would never do that,

I'm nothing like your dad.

So next time that you feel like,

I'm half the man he was.

I'm ten times more than him because,

No real man acts the way he does.

You ever try to tell me that,

Or try to make me feel,

Like I could ever be that evil,

I'll show you what is real.

I have one finger on each hand,

Look, see them both, cuz I won't stand,

And let you say the things you do,

About me cuz I don't know you.

      - Lo Ruhamah