he irks me

i hate when people wanna argue with you for ish that you ain't even do, and then make you apologize for it, all in the name of l-o-v-e.
you know what?
love can suck my imaginary penis.
hard.
it's twenty-ten, and lust is innn...
i wish i could put him on blast...but that's not my style.
instead, i think i'ma oh-so-casually forget about him.
like all about him.
like the negro's name.
mannn don't let me see you in chi-town...