I’ve never really ‘hung’ around
I hate the sight I hate the sound.
I hate the folk who sit and whine
I’de shoot the lot, but haven’t tine!
It’s all old hat they never fail
I close my eyes to no avail.
They’re all around annoying me
I’ll just sit here and drink me tea.
But hark! Is that the mating call
Of fat rambunctious know it all’s?
Who beat my life force to the ground
Their heads with hammers I could pound.
Yet Lo! Another pointless piece
Of crap. I wish these trolls would cease
My patience has but all run dry
I love my frown. I wonder why?
I’ve yet to find my happy place
For all my joys, a quick embrace.
With no cunt else to bother me
or wait for death? Oh well, we’ll see