There are gals and guys
Who we just can’t stand–god!
They like to cock-off, that’s no lie
Pretending to be more than the truth of what they are.
That’s no surprise though, no, we know you know,
Why–it must be exquisite fun to walk around–I don’t know, maybe–sit around
All day–hissing like cats, gnashing rat-like incisors … What?
(Or this and that)
Mincing words, inelegantly, riling you and riling me,
And there’s no way out!
Stay put, hunker down, cover your ears
Unless you’d like to drown in bullshit:
The choice weapon of the hypocrite.
We’re alone, left to fend for our own
In the cold of the wilderness, against our society’s finest…
The posturing prick,
The rotten scumbag.
And perhaps the prick is just a bag of scum,
Dressed up in a tie, with two button eyes…
(Yum!)
Yum, a din-din none could deny.
Agreed! 😀