Don't Tread on Me

God, I wish you would so some
emotion or concern
or some semblance of humanity
for this whole big mess.

Instead you're like
"I appreciate your feedback".
You are not a machine,
quit acting like one!

Act like you care a little bit
that everything everyone loved
about D-Town is DEAD.

Like, I think you just buried it and laughed
on its grave.

I won't be saying more on this,
I'll be isolating myself
so I can calm down and
not build up ulcers
which will kill me.

I'll avoid you for a while,
so I don't have to see you and get 
pissed for your deference.

Don't try to talk to me,
don't try to fix things.
I hate D-Town now.
Don't want to be there,
don't even care.

And yeah, I pretty much blame you for that one.

And yes, this is me playing "the blame game",
and you know what?
I do not give one single fuck
because you won't see this so 
Ha.

My life is a little bit of a major mess
and I'm sort of waiting for things
to clear up a little.

I am looking forward to 
tomorrow morning's breakfast,
Friday's fun times,
and Thanksgiving next week.

That's it.