dear mr prez

You don’t have the intellectual capacity to comprehend what I’m going to write in this letter, but I will write it anyway. I use to think I was stupid. Bottom of the academic barrel. I have since realized I’m actually incredibly smart, my brain just works differently than this society wants it to. I think I am smarter than you. You have failing businesses, people hate you and you get anally fisted like a puppet by a rich boy that no body likes, but hang around because mommy and daddy’s money. You will have no real legacy in this life. I’m smarter than you because I am controlled by none. I hunger for nothing. I wake up every day, get to live in a messy bun and leggings. You in an ugly expensive suit and tie. Everyone knows of you, but no one knows you. How lonely that must be. I can cry at my job and I’m loved unconditionally. I get coffee in the morning while I take in my safe space. There are people that actively want you dead. You have no real friends. You’ve wasted your one life doing what? I live so fucking big yet so fucking small. I laugh, cry and dance daily. I think I’ve done life better than you and I’m very sure I’m smarter too.

Sincerely,

The dominatrix you couldn’t afford.