A letter, my counter offer

To the filthy, sniveling weasels whom it may concern,

I read your proposed settlement and I find it

Slimey beyond description

What kind of

Unhinged,

Sociopathic,

Menace

Makes earnest offer of a festering turd such as this—

A runny, stinking lie

All done up with grift wrap and a bow?

How dare you even push this fetid “offer” across the table and how dare you pretend it is a kindness!

Now you rancid assholes are trying to squeeze out another deception

Even from across town,

I can tell

Your mouth is open

I know it

Because of the smell

So please—

Fucking

Save it!

I will no longer accept your manipulations

I would sooner accept a swig of frothing sewage

So slither on back to your holes, and fester there on your bellies!

Coil and writhe upon yourselves like the legless worms that you are

And if you need further clarity…

Here’s my counter offer: see ya in court, you vile sacks of shit!

In the meantime, I urge you to fuck yourselves. And let it not be gentle!

Sincerely,

-Not Yours

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Authors note:

This is based off a real feeling for me, regarding a specific scenario which I have to be patient with in real life. As much as I feel this way, I know I can’t actually send this letter.

But it was fun and cathartic just to write it.

If you’re in the mood to write some edgy poetry check out ROCK’s challenge here: