Fuck you Anita Bryant. I hope your poisonous heart killed you slowly and painfully and you gasped for breath all day every day.
Fuck you Anita Bryant. I hope your poisonous heart killed you slowly and painfully and you gasped for breath all day every day.
Yeah, Rest In Piss Anita. You should absolutely speak ill of the dead when they were a shitstain.
Also, great poem. I’m really enjoying the posts here ❤️
Glad you like! I hope Anita had terrible chronic pain, and her gay granddaughter stood over her with her bottle of hydromorphone and refused to give it to her.