Recess For Dyslexics

Forward planning can be useful.
I’ll write your obituary, so you can die remembered as a failure.
The box is closing; the lines are written; the strings have snapped.
Regressive primitives blast beating the toilet handle.
Your cranium smashing brutality has left you brainless.
High school has ended yet you’re scribbling a logo down.
The words don’t matter when it’s all a pile of shit.
I’ll be your cause of death, the end complete.
Put down your pen and we’ll slowly recede.