hey, old man!
heard you died today
(or was it just another rumor,
you can never tell)
well, all i can say
is that i hope you rot
and that no one attends your funeral
you should have died a long time ago
preferably before i was nine
before you ever got a chance to coach
that damn swim team
in fact, i wish you were never born
or maybe that your mother was never born
(i take that back, i met your mom
she was odd, but a nice lady)
all i can say about you
is you weren't worth the breath, the life,
you weren't worth anything
how old are you now, anyway?
(whoops, should say were)
people would say you were too young to die
what were you, late twenties, late thirties, early forties?
you're not even worth the space for me to remember
did you ever feel dirty about what you did?
because i did
did you ever lose sleep at night?
because i did
did you have nightmares when you finally could sleep?
because i did
would you randomly start crying?
because i would
did they ever make you see a therapist,
some invasive old man who smelled like bad breath and latex?
i did
did you ever live in absolute fear of yourself?
i lived in fear of you
i hope whatever way you died was nasty and painful
i hope you suffered
i hope your last moments were as screwed up
as your actions caused my whole life to be
but not matter how much i wish you'd suffer and feel pain
i can't be a bad enough person
to hope you're in hell
because even people as disgusting as you
should get a little rest
but don't get me wrong--
there's no way i hope you're in heaven
and there's no way you are in heaven
you sick bastard
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