rub me the wrong way

I guess i’ll have to rub you out.

Like a Stain in a rug.

Something to get rid of you.

your Grape Juice has stained the fabric of my mind and there’s

no more fucking Oxy Clean.

The more I smoke the more you haunt me.

The less I inhale the more I want you.

I see your face in the clouds and hear your voice in the wind.

Your odorless scent is pungent and permiates me to the marrow.

Scarred for life by your trite ways.

marked for death.

Rub you out before you do me.