fuck you mr. lonely

have you ever waken up in the morning half asleep in a puddle of murky morning stupor and find yourself awkwardly facing a bearded you on the other side of your bed. your a little green man but your black as hell. you feel like murdering someone but you're too tired to move. you want to get drunk but you can't afford a beer. you want to get laid but you don't own a bed. that's called single and in love with filth my friends. the love of Mr. fuck you too cause i ain't taken it anymore. peace out y'all...