Vivo en Buenos Aires

i feel like dying
i feel like fuck off you ugly world i dont like u
i feel like i should've paid more attention to those english classes
now i could get a better job
or at least write something like the people
the people
i hate u, Mr People
hope u die one of this days
yeah, im full of hate and death, i know
but
i wish i coud speak a thousands languages y cant even think property

what? am i writing to the ass? you cant stand me and think im offendin all the english culture? well, fuck off u 2

look, all i wanna do now is stan in front o you all and scream out fuck off fuck off i hate you all
theres no poetry nor music nor art in these words
there's only hate and pain
fuck off you poetry-guys, art-boys, girly music girls
I aint got time for that shit

I wish i could but look at me:

nadie quiere comprarme más que la fuerza de mis manos