Comedy: I Did it

by DeYtH Banger


MY WORDS REALLY... REALLY FUCKING DON'T MATTER... SENSE OF LOST... SENSE OF ANGER... COMPLAINING...


My style isn't hard to get... you transform your problems into jokes... that's what I do... and that's what most comedians miss to say... but here is the truth... I hate my mom she sickoo... I hate my friends  they are always like:

TELL IT TO YOUR OTHER FRIENDS... TELL IT TO YOUR SCREW UP FRIENDS... TELL IT TO YOUR APARTMENT FRIENDS...


I am there to throw a laugh... make people have a great day... then comes out a fucked up person who just fucks me over... and how am I supposed to deal with biatches like those?


I WANT SCREW UP FUCKS TO DIE  MORE AND MORE AND MORE... I WANT MORE GRAVE PARTIES... CONSTANT WORRY AND EXPECTATIONS TO END UP ON THE GRAVE YARD... LOVELY PLACE...  A PLACE WHERE CONSTANT BOTHER OF PEACE IN MIND IS HAPPENING


I had fun... little... but in the end getting ruined day... somebody waking me up with drama... hatred... anger.... violence...


AND NOW THIS TWAGS WANT RESPECT FROM ME... THEY DIDN'T GIVE TO ME RESPECT AND I AM GOING TO GIVE THEM SO EASY RESPECT?


WHY MY MOM DON'T END UP SOME KINDA A RAVE OR A TUNNEL FULL WITH DIRTY WATER... MAINLY... MAINLY BECAUSE THIS PIECE OF SHIT... RUIN MY WHOLE LIFE.... 



AND GOES LIKE THAT

 DON'T DO THAT... WHY YOU DO THAT?... WHERE ARE YOU GOING? DON'T DO THAT?... SILENCE AND SILENCE... SILENCE... WAITING ME TO SAY SOMETHING ENOUGH TIMES... SO HERE SHOUTING AND LOUD VOICE TO RUIN MY INNER CONFIDENCE IT WAS GOING LIKE.... GO THERE... GO THERE... YOU PIECE OF WOSIE... WOSIE... OR DUMB ASS... FUCK.... SHIT.... POOP.... BAG OF SHIT...
AND THE CONFIDENCE WAS GETTING RUIN AND


And.. .and... and... I am going to say this word if it's needed thousand of times... so it went like inner confidence destroyed some kinda fuck ruining my morning... my middle day goes like 2-3 hours of bother about the morning then the night comes and I am like:


YUP... YUP... ANOTHER DAY LOST... TOMORROW I PROMISE TO DO SOMETHING....


Dear fucking fucks... I am fucked up... mentally and physically broken promises... lies... , hatred.... constant getting screw up in life while getting up for another punch... broken soul and life goes on and on...


GOD IS GOING TO COME OVER.. I AM NOT A BELIEVER... BUT THIS FUCK IS GOING TO COME OVER AND SAY... PAY THE BILL... PAY... THE BILLL... PAY THE BILLL... YOU SICK FUCK... YOU SICK TWISTED FUCK... AND I AM GOING TO BE LIKE
... I AM OUT OF FUNNY... YOU SON OF A BIATCH... I GOT RIP OUT OF DREAMING... OUT OF FANTASIES... OUT OF LIFE... AND NOW YOU WANT MONEY?


FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU


MY MOM WAS WAITING PERFECT MOMENTS... LIKE SHE WOULD GO VERY MANIPULATIVE... LIKE TO MAKE ME FEEL THAT IF I DON'T DO THAT I AM GOING TO BE GUILTY... IF I DO IT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY... BUT BOTH SIDES I AM FUCKED UP... BROKEN PROMISES... LIES AND HATRED... ARROGANCE AND WITTY FUCKS... I AM NOT THE PERSON WHO I WANTED TO BE... I JUST WENT RIGHT THEN... LEFT... FORWARD AND RIGHT... DOUBLE RIGHT... LEFT AND BACKWARD.... IT SOUNDS LIKE TYPICAL SEX SCENE... BUT LET'S COME BACK... MY MOM WOULD ALWAYS TRY TO RUIN MY CONFIDENCE... I TRY TO DO SOMETHING AND SHE WILL BE LIKE


DON'T DO IT
DON'T DO IT
DO YOU SEE SOMEBODY DOING IT?
CONSTANT COMPARISON ... CONSTANT OF NOT BEING ENOUGH

AND LIFE CONTINUES