Koraj

Everyone hates you heere.
No one likes you, my dear.
You fawned over yourself
as if you knew Despair.
I’m opening old wounds,
and pouring salt in there.
Cryptic hidden messages
for someone over there.
We hate you, we hate you, we hate you.

“I’ll say this once Laurence, I hope it’s understood. Get right back in your van and get the fuck out of my neighborhood.”
Mr Rogers to Mr. T