Glancing out the window

Cherries in the rain.

Brightest clothes contain

All fattened, bloated, bulbous twats,

To everyone’s disdain.


Trousers or the gym,

Fine muscles packed within.

A pretty ass that’s worth a pass?

A face thats fucking grim


Couples holding hands,

All making future plans.

I’m not quite sure? They’re rich or poor?

Straight/ gay or fucking trans?


Sitting here to judge.

Although I don’t begrudge,

Their days. Not mine, I’m doing fine.

As through grey days they trudge!

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