Keep running your fucking mouth, go ahead
Keep talking about what gets to you about me and what I've done in the past
And I'll just stand there, feet planted firmly into the ground, fists clenched
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
This is me at the door, and my boss at his desk. I can't seem to move and all he can talk about is my personal life.
My kids despising me, my wife leaving me, my dying mother ashamed of her baby boy
And all I can think is "You kissed corporate ass and climbed the ladder for this?
Three Mississippi, four Mississippi
I want to staple his eyelids open
Put his dick in a pencil sharpener
Hahaha
Fill his face with paper clips
Puncture asshole outlets in your body using a hole puncher
Hahahahaha
"And one more thing," he said. "Your taste in ties is horrible"
Five Mississippi
I sprinted across the room and struck him so hard; a little squeal came from his throat
He fell back from the swiveling office chair, kicking over his family photos
Ha
I was gone by the time security got there
2 comments:
i really like how you keep counting up until he loses his fucking mind. you're creative bay. (:
i like this a whole whole whole WHOLE WHOLE lot :D
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