Dear little Charlotte
if you are reading this note
sound out the letters

I want you to know
that me hanging myself is
pretty much your fault

I have never met
a more bratty 4 year old
in my fucking life

your aura is wack
and your imaginary
tea parties suck ass

how you managed to
burn make believe tea and cake
is so beyond me

E-Z Bake Oven
is an atom bomb in your
Edward Scissor hands.

I wish your parents
loved you like that explorer
named Dora and sent

you to a jungle
with a bookbag filled with lots
of assorted meat.

I took my own life
before your cooking could
do the deed and P.S.

while you were asleep
I snacked on your gerbil's soul...
it tastes like mushu.

Sincerely, Hello Kitty