Putrid stupid people
Breeding putrid stupid kids.
Why do you breed
When you cannot feed
The ones you have bred
That never get fed.
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Its people like you
People like you 2
You belong in a zoo
You do
You belong in a zoo
On the road you’re a tool
You think you’re so cool
In your bullshit car
That never goes far
A pretentious wank
Of a white trash tank
That’s broken and bleeding
From abusive speeding.
Your demented road rage
Causing drivers of old age
To crash in fear
From the rage they can hear.
And your evil spawn laugh
In fear of your wrath
And respect you demand
But they don’t understand
Why their daddy is so scary and mean
And as for your brats...
They’re pack of sly rats
Demanding food
Their manners crude
Their behaviour disgustin
Your asses need bustin
For the filth that you spew
And the evil that you do
To your children in lieu
Of patience and kindness and love
But your character’s rotten
You’ve truly forgotten
By example in turn
Your own children learn
And with anger and hate
They seal their own fate
And with little to give
Their lives will be lived
Being nasty and mean and disliked.
Your dog you neglected
Her affection rejected
You never did need her.
You forgot to feed her
All day she was tied
And she barked and she cried
Ignored and unnamed
You should be ashamed
How could you mistreat
And so cruelly beat
Such a beautiful creature as she. Your loss.
Your relationship’s built
On your lies and guilt
You bully and blame.
In your need for a name
And with meagre kindness
And selfish blindness
You hurt those close
With a spiteful dose
Of venomous words filled with hate.
Your woman personifies
The sort we all despise
The doormat defeated
Her whining repeated
And without any pride
She stands at your side
And shrieks like a banshee
In a need to be angry
With words from the gutter
No woman should utter.
You folks are too bent
To be bothered with rent
And your kids eat bread
And condensed milk in bed.
Their teeth are so rotten
The dentist forgotten
Cos mom is too stoned
To remember she phoned.
The appointment misplaced.
When dad was shitfaced
If you go to their home,
Its like a war zone
No pride in possessions
Just parental obsessions
Clothes all scattered
Kids rooms never mattered
And you gag at the stink.
As the truth makes you blink
At a home so neglected and bare.
They live in their squalor
And squander their dollars
Then find a good soul
To rattle and roll.
And callously crush
A kind heart in their rush
To spit out their bile
With words that are vile
And for reasons that no one can fathom.
But don’t be concerned
For the evil they’ve learned
These people don’t care
These people aren’t fair.
They’re twisted and torn
Their battle lines drawn
And they don’t give a damn
For your money they scam
Or the poison they spit at your face
To you stupid people - remember this
As you live in your broke **** putrid bliss.
The theory of Karma has no limit
She’ll pay back your spite and all that was in it
And when you die
At your last goodbye
No one will know
That no one did go
Cos no one was there
To see no one cared.
In fact all they said was “Good Riddance!”
Ingaden September 2012