screw this
eat my feet smell my toes my rank breath when i wake up
maybe i will piss in your sink and wipe my ass on your bedsheets
i hope your pillow tastes like my armpits after i haven't showered in a week
is that blood on your walls? blood on your floors too how many bodies are buried in your backyard? they're in your basement too?
stinks like rot in here
smells like feet in here
your air is suffocating me i hope the room is drained of your rank air, too i hope your towels are always a little damp
and a little moldy