Jimmy, you let your dogs shit where they want
and you don’t pick it up. It is your fault
when unsuspecting others come and walk
through the crap or their toddlers catch some bug.
But you’re the one who’s most unfortunate.
I would rather not have lived than be you.
What you do to others you do to you
and your dog’s shit’s the very least of it.
I think you’ve not been loved; you steal, don’t give.
Once I wanted to kill you with a rock
Smash your head in behind the hill—And fuck
No one would have known, but I let you live
And though I know your suffering’s thorough
It’s still my fault it’s not a better world.
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