Launching Pad to Hell

 I wasted hundreds of days when I was younger, and they were quite tasty.

Now, a wasted day tastes bitter. Rancid.

A wasted day now feels like a lauching pad to the grave.

I must invest my time wisely or be laughed out of the human race.

No pressure.

Suffer, Dog

 They do not listen to me.

They must be made to suffer miserably.