Skype Bitchiness

Just another heated discussion on skype, that got me so annoyed I had to write. 
As i click on to skype

and my hands start to type letters to friends and perhaps foes 

and the insults and compliments flow 

I take a breath and i clear it out 

And i see you pop onto the screen gibbering about naut 

Jibber Jabber with your lies and those that ties me to the ground 

like pound after pound 

Like a person in a gym trying to get thin 

and the endless track with no finishing 

And i take a deep breath and let the fight start

and the bitchiness pours like that of a tap from the heart

And all these words your coming out with seem to make no argument

And contradict the sentences you just sent 

So i bring up the homepage and formulate a trick 

Appear offline, but apparently you aiint falling for that, this time

So you keep talking, and talking, and talking 

And your words, that stream, its just annoying and I am getting so frustrated

Do you ever take a break?

Am i talking to a machine I ask myself, I sure seem

to be talking to a hunk of junk

And yes you gleem, and reflect the sun, it makes you shine

but like a nun your closed off

I’ve had enough

So I listen to some music

just to chill out, and shuffle up my itunes 

while skype goes all out, beep after beep

and you carry out the sea of insults and defaults, and crap spewing from your mouth like a fucking geyser

and for once in my life, I wish to the night sky 

and pray to a god, that might see my discomfort and take a sigh, send a sign  

realize my predicament 

and throw you off a fucking cliff 

Or maybe give me a little lift so i can fly high

High in the sky, lighter than assassins tread 

And shit on your head 

But there we go 

Thats not gonna happen, so i log out of skype

and decided to get out of this computer hype 

and dream of a scene which your not in, 

something beautiful clean and serene

a world where people are less like you and more like... 

The Queen

Little old women, i mean, like, sit there all day, and mind their own fucking business

It doesn’t seem I ask for to much, just a high self esteem

But apparently for you the world is not enough, you have to get your business out

I’m done, Im spent 

Crawl into a hole and repent your bitchiness to some god 

who will listen to you, and regard your words for more than their true form of excrement.  

Just Fuck you.