Fuck you, Brutus

How dare you kick me!

Kick me when I was down!

Et tu, Brutus?


How fucking dare you take advantage of me having a heart;

Of me being around.

I feel an ache that I can't shake from this knife in my back.

Et tu, Brutus?


This shit is wack!

I have learned a thing or two about a thing or two.

I was your fool, I trust too easily.

But, not anymore.

Et tu, Brutus?


Who the fuck are you calling a whore?

Is the pot calling the kettle black again?

I don't have time for your shenanegans.

Fuck you, Brutus.








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