You Didn’t Even Know Who Freud Was

There you are
Walking as if the world wasn’t laying on your shoulders
Like the actions have no consequence
And you roll your r’s like slithers in the night and bite
Because you are the toxic waste of this town

Complete your atrophy
And die amongst the other men that calls themselves the “cultured” or the “changed”
What everyone is forgetting to ask you is why did you decide to make her bleed on that night of September 27th