Snickering, laughing, harsh words and dumb jokes.
Tension building. Fists clenching. Gritting my teeth.
Not letting these bad things seep through my teeth.
They must not escape. Or I will be dealt a card I don’t want.
Behind the make ups masks they are ugly and green with envy.
They are low life forms with no sense of self conscious.
I laugh and turn away. Their hatred just makes them uglier.
Karma will deal with them, so I won’t. I’ll sit quietly and kill ‘em.
“Kill ‘em with kindness” they say.
Kill ‘em with kindness.