Me:
It’s cute how you initiated contact, now you say I’m too thin.
Something else clearly lacking thickness is your little bitch skin.
I kept it 100 and honest with you from the gate.
In return, you’re mailing me insecurity-fueled hate.
I’m flying nowhere; can’t board the plane; I’m the bomb.
Now run along, little Marty, go cry to your mom.
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