Freak!

you freak of nature with a mind so twisted, you can hardly breathe. the air is a waste on you. you behave like a slinky half past dead witch with a nose for trouble like the schoolboy who refuses to obey. when you arrive, you stink up the air and i can smell you from afar. if i had my choice, i'd just get the hell out of a 6 mile radius from where you stand. you put my hairs stand on end and give me cramps in my head. if i could meditate, i would because that would probably be the only thing that's going to save my soul from wanting to destroy you like i do now!

you, with your head floating up above the rest, thinking you are up there in mount everest when there you are standing on your little crow feet on a little red ant hill. you know what, i wish you were indeed on mount everest on a possible red ant hill with no air to survive and your pants on fire!