i’ve never met you before,
but you acted like we did.
perhaps you were being nice,
but i don’t abide by social norms.
i don’t give a shit about you.
i don’t care about your feelings,
but you should care about your outfit
and care about what other’s think.
you think you have a shot at her,
but the only shot you have is
one into your own head.
the autopsy shows a few things:
you have no testicles;
death caused by lack of pussy;
and still, nobody will identify
your body: John Doe.