290. Birthday Poem:
“Twinkle twinkle little star,
What a big fat cunt you are.
Nothing that you say or do
Will make change my mind of you.”
I wondered if I needed to address it properly or not. Surely he would know it was him, there wasn’t another human being on the planet I knew who deserved to be called a cunt. I figured he would work it out. Despite everything, he was super intelligent; it just didn’t extend to common sense or human decency.
It did need one more sentence though.
“I wrote you a birthday poem to express exactly how I feel about you.”
There. Done. Ready to send.