Right About Now

I HATE CORRUPTORS.

So, yeah. I do. I DO. With a flaming vengeance.

Are you:

a daughter or a son or a nephew or a niece or a cousin or a wife or a husband or a father or a mother or a sister or a brother or a stepson or a stepdaughter or a stepmom or a stepdad or a grandmother or a grandfather or a pet or a mistress or a gigolo or a friend or a neighbor or a colleague or a maid or a secretary or a relative or a high school friend or a golf buddy or a boss or an employee or a driver of A CORRUPTOR?

Yes you are, I know you are. I can smell you from a mile away. With your mainstream branded products lathering your well maintained skin from head to toe to every single pores on your skin. They open up willingly for the toxic greed of wanting more, buying more, being more, more, more, greedier, greediest - who cares if there weren’t such words, but YOU! I care about you polluting my air. My malls, my streets, my neighborhood. YOU! Yes you! If you’re not breeding by now you will be. Breeding little brat girls and brat boys so well trained with wanting more and buying more and being more and more and more just with the tip of their fingers or foul mouth of stinking orders that give off stench smell of GREED.

Yes. This is for you. For YOU whom I secretly wish and pray first whose offsprings grow dumb so your line of descendants can well dispersed into thin air of Nothingness. Uselessness no money can cure. May they all end up with the dumbest and the greediest kind that resemble your personality and possess weak sperm so you can’t multiply and kill each other of boredom.

Yes. This is for you. If YOU ARE one of the above, I’m sick of your kind. Apalled-turn off-put off-revolt-disgusted and sickened by your glamorous display of untouchable greed. I secretly pray that you rot in this world before you do in hell. Eaten by your own immense guilt and greed and financial disaray caused by high profile diseases.

If you are one of the above, you can stop talking to me. Right about now. And believe me. You deserve all the above. You don’t deserve being here, nor being a person I even remotely know the name of.

Right about now.

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