|Thank you all you fools.
Thank you so much for hurting me,
for shredding me to pieces,
for denying me the world.
You are the fountain from which I drank inspiration
for my mental diarrhea.
You are the fire that feeds my madness.
Oh thank you very much for giving me this anger
which feeds my writing.
I'm sure you meant nothing of the kind.
Of course you did it for your own selfishly repugnant reasons,
but - isn't it ironic, as the song goes - you are, in the end,
my greatest supporters, my creators,
the Victor Frankensteins which spawned the monster I am.