You think you know what I need?
You're just another damned, chattering fool.
You judge me through a microscope
Peering into the scars of my discontent
Until my defects grow grotesque and bold
To suit your meddlesome inquisition
You re-examine each blotch and blemish
That craters the long cold past
And pick at any scab to irritate
Fresh blood flow in scarlet streams
Then everyone will gawk
As they pass so slowly by
Looking for a gash or rip
To justify their morbid wish
There's the flaw! The gore! The fault!
That put the asses in their seats
Of Roman Coliseums
Or Lazy Boys in the den
I'm a monstrous contradiction
Caught in your intense stare
A half-truth, mainly fiction
The lying geek of your vast midway
You see, I help you swallow your afflictions
And plump your cushioned throne
While exposing my vile, sick nature
You appear so pearly white
All I ever wanted were your memories
Of my ill-defining hours
To remain in your recollection
Handy weapons for your use
You think you know what I need?
You're another damned,chattering fool.
I need your ridicule
I need your seething hate
I need your stinging tongue
I need your barbs of pain
I need your stones of justice
I need your painful revenge
Until you have to stop
Satisfied with what remains
And wash it from your path
Faults scattered red among the grass
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