For goodness' sake...

You fake.
You utter twat.
You moronic twisted rat.
I just despise you more
and more with every single day.

You used me and abused me, corrupted and confused me and now I wish
that on my dish was your completely severed head.

You bastard. I mean that quite literally.
I hate you in more ways than one.
I've had enough of your constant guff
and ridiculous attempts at fun.

But still I resort to name calling
because that way I can hurt.
Your insecurity singularly fails to amuse me or bruise me or worse even
lose me because you've lost your sense in the dirt.

So now, I emerge the victor.
You're a sad heap of defeat.
You bloody stupid man, you don't deserve
to lick the dust off my feet.

But I can't help feeling the way I do about you...I am merely "playing
with fire"...