Fine, don't come back.  Good.  Stay there.  I got facebook friends now, I don't need you.  I'm going to kill myself anyway.  I'm going to find an empty CO2 canister, fill it with matcheads, nails, and ego, stick a wick in it, and blow myself up on someone's page, then post it. That way they'll catch some shrapnel for not responding to my poem.  7 fuckin am again.  I'm going to stay real humble today so the praises will come pouring in.  

I'm going to rip a few people off at work and it's going to be your fault.