FT#1 Blardy postman stood outside my window
and shouted persistently for ages
before he's greeted by an eerie sight -
a half-awake, scruffy me with an incredibly huge frown plastered across on my face
that would give the Hulk a run for his money for being the most nightmarish movie character.
I had dirt on my eye and my hair was in a huge mess.
Also, my migraines did no good in alleviating my bad mood.
He took off the instant I signed his postage.
Good day to you, Mr LazyPig Postman.

FT#2 They likened her beauty to a Goddess.
They say her sparkling eyes could kill.
They got mesmerised by her pretty face.
But
that's as far as it goes.
Those who get trapped by her overwhelming superficial ability,
too bad for you, you're headed for tragedy.
Those who tried to look deeper,
they often find a void behind that attractive demeanor.
What a disappointment, they lament.
She's a Goddess, in a superficial sense.
What a pity that no mysterious heavenly character lies beneath that skin deep beauty.
This is a tragedy.
And I'm done working for you.
You make alien cow sense.
But thanks for being nice in front of me
and complaining about me behind my back.
You obviously lack the grace of a Goddess
which makes you pretty much
just a brainless porcelain vase,
lacking in taste and elegance.
I'm done talking here.

It's amazing how many fuck tarts we find in reality in our lives when resources are so scarce and we find worthy people starving to death while these fucktarts walk around freely and happily after making peoples' lives around them difficult. They should be rounded up and shipped off to Planet Z where they rightfully belong.