So here I am, the big man, the big "I Am",
sitting behind a computer writing poetry
to a woman I insulted and played for a fool.
My username here is Monsieur Messy
and I couldn't treat a woman right if I tried -
not that I do. All I can do is pretend I love them
and then sit back and lie once again.
First I said I loved her, then I said I simply
played her as a fool to see how much she
could be trusted. I told her she'd "sunk a hook
into the mouth of my friend" - a friend who now
wants nothing more to do with me! Yeah, I'm such
a good friend that I suggest their partners cheat on
Now she's wised up to me and so has her partner,
but all I can say is "see you around". I have no defence
because I'm just a little boy and I have no maturity. I
don't know how to love because I'm just a drunkard who
spends his life drinking and writing stories that get sent
back by publisher after publisher. I can't even write decent
poetry because I have no emotions.
So that's my life story - a little boy who has no idea of how to
treat women right. I'm off now, off to write more vile poetry that
will insult other people. So stay away from me because my name's
Neil and I can't be bothered to be nice to you. I'd wish you a happy
life, but why would I want that when I can spend my time making
you feel like dirt? After all, it's not like I'm supposed to be doing a
degree or anything.