Is it really necessary for you to shoot me down?
Do I even know you?
No. I don't know you. And you don't know me.
Not at all.
So, who are you that you can bad-mouth me?
trash-talk me?
you're the piece of trash that has wandered into the nice part of town.
That puts itself in sheeps clothing but then claws out and tears up the innocent sheep.
I don't care what you think.
I look into your judgemental eyes.
You scoff, and I don't care what you think.
put on your fangs and your blood-matted coat
go back to your dumpster
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