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Bury the hatchet

What’s that? you would like to bury the hatchet? I think that’s fucking fantastic! How about you burn the handle and spread it with my ashes..
 
Here ill even give you my last book of matches..
 
keep the sharp end for your next crime of passion..
 
better yet bury it in the left side of my chest as you throw dirt on my
casket..
and they say I’m the one that’s psychopathic?..
 
go buy some butter to grease my noose..  and tie a slipknot that wont come loose..
 
now you want to call a truce?
 
now you want to swap notes saying im sorry… well sorry but I really think were past that..
 
here i’ll do you one better… forget the ink on your stationary I found doesn’t mean shit...
 
and just run the edge along my skin with the squeeze of a lemon wedge…  
 
throw my life into park, and bring it to a grinding halt..
 
tell me I fucking misunderstood and its not your fault?
 
Sure let me digest that with a grain of salt… in fact why not shake some salt on that papercut It’ll build on our trust..
 
what a trustworthy relationship that ends in disgust..
 
but its okay because in my friendships that seems to be a must… it must be love, no wait it’s a crush, no wait its infatuation…
 
here stand aside let me be your drainage basin.. for you deepest feelings for someone other than me, love isn’t even part of this equation..
 
it would seem you have the gift of persuasion. I must say this is not the proper occasion.. for insisting on a hastening me to your definition of a safe haven.
 
can I at least be here for you to piss and shit on? It’s a privilege and honor to feel like your toilet.. or chamber pot…
 
in fact I just love to be considered as an after thought.. an aftertaste of shit.. here ill hold your hand while you squat…
 
here’s some money, can I get a receipt stating our friendship wont stop?  Make that a gift receipt so I wont remember how much I spent on you..
 
while you pen that. Please continue to question my intent on you.. and insist I’m hell bent on you.
 
on you and me.. such a morbid sight.. signed and notarized.. after reading this I can count on your version being revised..
 
I’m obliged to help you assess your pride at the same time shed some light on your lies..
 
Tell me I better watch it for the ending could be tragic..
 
because all you claimed you asked of me was to bury the hatchet..

(2014)

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