Fuck You
A poem by Bryan Flood

This poem is dedicated to all of the people that basicaly have a weak set of values and of whom either you can't trust, or they are people that are just so obnoxious or that act like they are the shit when basically the are shit. I know that a lot of you might see this poem as ignorant, but I'll say what I want, when I want. You can feel free to disagree, but realize I probably won't listen.

Chris H. dicked me over for a girl. He has little class,
So he can take his red hair and kiss my white ass.

Ms. S the teacher, damn you're a bitch,
In your class women were gods, but the male's were shit.

Mike from Bolingbrook, I forgot your last name,
I almost lost a great friend, your ass was to blame.

Mrs. Stephenson the Art teacher, you said I called you bitch,
I didn't at that time, but damn YOU'RE A BITCH.

Then there's K. S., part of our species, she's not.
You're a bitch and you're ugly, and the rest I forgot.

Joe C. you child molester, yeah, you can go to hell.
I hope you have fun with Bubba in that cell.

Then theres Maria and her little bitch Margie,
You both look like you were conceived at a crack smoking party.

To Kevin V., you homo, and all the faggots you screw,
Incase you havent noticed, there a thing called females too.

M.S., a narcisscist, a conceited wench,
You're not as good as you think, that's why you sit the bench.

These people are worthless and won't succeed in anything they do.
Who knows, one day you might be here, and I'll say FUCK YOU.