Post No. 20: Part One of Two

Holy schmuck! Its The Treacherous Tart!

This is it. The day all of y had been waiting for. I hang my cape, yes I wore a cape whenever I wrote, and put my mask away for good.

Today, as my glasses were being passed around all the juniors in yellow shirts, someone said I will write about this in my blog. And I just did. I have become a fucking bitch. Bitching about my life. And that happened because of my goddamn followers. My blog was meant for channeling my anger, but then I had to suddenly become politically correct. Because of all my followers. SO, I will start a blog which is far too geeky for any of them to follow or understand. This blog is NOT being deleted. All posts are left here for viewing and always open to comments, I might not reply or even read though. Deal with it!

Anyway, before I leave, a poem.

Would you do it with a friend?
Would you do it end to end?

Would you do it with a clock (not a spelling error, so relax)?
Would you do it in a smock?

Would you do it in a tree?
Would you do it with your knee?

Would you hug a moth?
Do you really want to read this blog?

Anyway... for the last time... GO FUCK YOURSELVES!