Angel of Death

I'm a blank page in a notebook,
 waiting to be filled with countless drawings of cocks.
 I'm a bathroom wall, freshly painted over
 to cover up swastikas and the names of the girls that we called sluts,
 I'm the Total Gym,
 I am the Salad Glove,
 I am the Slap Chop,
 I'm the forever lazy,
 I am a boring and worthless thing, and nobody should save me.
 I am the Kool-Aid stains on the mouth of a kid,
 whose name is most likely Cody.
 He had a juice box for breakfast and he carries a stick that he most likely found in the alley,
 Cody doesn't have friends,
 and his parents hate each other,
 he wants to find a better way to love his family.
 And after school he hangs out in the abandoned house behind the Arby's.
 I am the camera that watches you,
 when you think you are awake.
 and I am a Jesus fish on a drug traffic fan
 that keeps all their cocaine safe.
 And I'm the guy that eats at least 50 chicken wings,
 at an all you can eat buffet,
 I am the Xbox controller for a drone operator today.
 And I'm a hologram of a tanning booth,
 in a history class from the future.
 I'm the nuclear test, Operation Dominic,
 that gave my grandfather cancer.
 I'm a video store clerk and an angel of death,
 "Hello how are you? My Name is Trevor."
 Prepare to die,
 Bad Lieutenant 2 is the greatest movie ever.