The coat you gave me is itchy and I feel forced to fit inside it, and it bleeds when I scratch it. I wish you took exchanges; this one is too old to tailor.
It’s because of them
We need to wipe the
trip-hopping, gutter-dumping, dope-huffing, rent-a-genital, economy traitors
off the streets, who God never gave homes to. This country is falling apart, and it’s because of them, believe me.