What the fuck do you know? Johnny Cash didn't even write that shit, it was written by some emo faggot who probably had a haircut that made his father burst into tears with shame.

When you listen to that version what do you feel? Apart from a sympathetic raw throat from all that phlegmy rasping that seventy year olds always do when they try to sing- it's like hearing bubbles in tar but the rar is in someone's lungs. It's fucking disgusting. Old people are disgusting. I will never get old. I told my dad, I screamed it at him after he went in my room and looked for my meth again. I told him I hated him and I wished he was dead and that I'd throw myself into a threshing machine before I got to his age because he fucking DISGUSTS me.

When you listen to my.poetry you can.literally feel the wet itch in your crack, the slippery feeling between your cheeks, the cold drip down your leg which means you have fouled yourself. Sometimes I manage to jump off the bed (I spend a lot of time in bed) and rush to the toilet before it gets on the mattress but if it does I just shout for my mom while I'm in the bathroom cleaning myself up. She usually changes the sheets unless she's out, maybe with her friends or some other pointless shit. I reallly hope she gets home soon cos I am fucking hungry.

I FUCKING HATE YOU!