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By Charles Vander Vennet

Why are you reading this?

It's not like it's affecting your life.

Do you feel better by reading my poems?

Is it fun?

Have you read enough of my shit yet?

Have you gotten tired of it yet?

Well just in case you're wondering

I don't really care if you read this $hit.

I mean it's not like you're getting any smarter or dumber from reading this.

Is your life really this boring to actually read this?

Are you crying?

Grown men and women don't cry you baby.

Are you tired of me getting pissed off at you?

Why won't you answer my questions?

I can't hear you.

Am I deaf?

No, I am not.

You just won't reply.

Why not?

Are you scared of me or something??

ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!!

Stop making me yell at you!

I said grown men and women don't cry.

Stop crying you little baby.

Stop it, I said.

You're pissing me off again.

Now my voice is growing faint because of all this yelling.

So now I think I'll whisper.

Good, you've stopped crying.

Maybe I should whisper more often.

What? You're leaving me here all by myself?

Get back here, get back here I say!

Now I'm all alone.

I'm yelling at nothingness.

Oh well, might as well do something.