Don't call me that.
If you want
call me a bastard.
Yes, It's a lie.
I may not like my father
but I know who he is.
Call me an asshole.
It is a fitting title.
Shit does spill out of me
from time to time.
Label me a fool
I'll dance for the pleasure
of the court.
I've done far worse and held my high.
Tell me I'm 'just sad'.
Let hateful pity slide
off the tongue like
rancid wine.
Spit my name out
as if it was the filth
of all the shame and anger
that spills from this tiny world.
But don't you dare call me that
brutal raping slut
posturing filthy coward
shortsighted gluttonous pig
Don't ever call me a man.
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