Dear Anonymous Noter…. *EDITED

(This is in response to another message the noter left tonight. ) 

You are right, I am the scum of the earth.

How lucky you figured me out  and got out of my life when you did.

I do not own a pot to pee in
nor a window to throw it out of.

I’m so broke If somone told me tomorrow
I had to pay attention or quit breathing
 I would die

I have never though about anyone’s feelings but my own.

You are right.
Cindy will find out for herself.

NOTE: @k Denotes that the poetry/prose is a "Country Loner" original.