The Sebastian Lukoszek Piñata Party - Ennui Breathes Malice

Divert your friendships

Defer all trace of empathy

Defecate in the visage of charity

Then upload a selfie with hashtags for all your fickle mates

Is it tough to cope, with the absence of benevolence, now you’re a clone?

Are you a clone?

Success is who you know

Not what you know

What the fuck

What the fuck would you know?

Shed your skin

Reveal those paper mache bones

Shed your skin

Why camouflage your trepidations and insecurities;

Is your life a joke now it’s void of true companionship?

Are you a clone?

What on earth gives you the right to question everything I’ve

come to love?

Critique everything I love

Keep your fucking mouth shut

Your eyes are closed

Leave your foul mouth shut, cunt

Your mind is closed

Clone — Beneath it all you are just a soft, self-centred prick

Flavour of the month

You’re a showbag

You are completely full of shit

You are so fucking full of shit

Selfish, oblivious cocksucker you’re just a pretender to me

An arrogant, over-rated, childish wimp

You’re just a fucking clone