They run around my base with destruction on their face, like it's some kind of race, to see if they, can plot my fall from grace as I tidy the place and get jacked up, as my back gets up and I get cranked up and want to crack their nuts, a swift head butt, but it's too much to lose and not a lot to gain, so I take the pain, with a smile on my face. I'll win this race.
The kids trail behind, a new kind of evil seed, how could they breed, to create these 'mares, as fast as hares, so unaware of how they will become their parents. Thieving, mugging, murder, rape; the state of the deprived lower classes who sit on their asses, while we bust a gut in this rut, to make some money to get by.
It goes like this, ignorance is bliss, it is my wish, to be stupid, trifling because boredom's a killer but this town's stifling. MURDER.
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
