Can’t seem to erase you. I threw out all the records you’re on. Every week there’s another friend who doesn’t know how bad you got. In the heat of a moment, I threw them in the trash. I hope you felt a tingle or a psychic punch or scratch. Keep us in the news feed. Watch as things improve. I hope evil can see this, and you get what you deserve. Never relayed the message, how bad the drinking water got. I wish for you to suffer like I had wished that we would not. I left once, but I’ll stay now, if we promise that I can. I begged her to apologize for what was said inside the van. We can see you in the garden, with the snake under your hair. You don’t hold upon the water, there’s nothing under there. I hope evil can see this, and you get what you deserve. If the things you steal could save you, I would think you're doing well, but they never helped a little bit before, as far as I could tell. Don't forget the footnote some unpaid intern ghostwrote in your unfinished memoir about the time you held the world inside your hands and left it at the bar.