The Bitch in Me

we all have our moments whether we are truthful or not. I have mine and I share them with you. I ask nothing in return and I give nothing in kind and today, of all days, I care not.

The bitch in me dictates all I see and gives status to convey I'm a bitch every day. There is no apology or social politeness to give for what I am is what I be. I like me this way. It's been too long since I declared a rightful war on mankind, or womankind, as it were. Just a second more might have pushed me to things you would regret, but I would have simply enjoyed them at best. The bitch in me makes me foul out loud to the fuckers and losers and faces in the crowd. The bitch in me has a special place in my heart for the beatings and the bashings of all that take part. Can anyone be so sick and yet carry on? Can the bitch in me turn angelic and forget all I've done? I think not and don't give a damn! It's the bitch in me, yep that's what I am. Delusions it will be said and insane called upon too. And the bitch in me will still rant as the bitches always do. So I say here now and not for the last time. The bitch in me is fed up and tired and sick and over it and not listening and doesn't care and won't help you and dares and is enjoying your pain as well as your demise. It's the bitch in me clearly, not some evil disguise. So if you have want or desire or whim, tell some other fool for the Bitch is now in!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.