Never enough

I’m predisposed to thumb my nose at wankers, cunts and twats.
So I seem to contemplate each day, ‘What makes me think like that?”

I see the pikey fuckstain kids with glossy tracksuits donned.
Then start to wonder what’s inside? Their minds completely gone.

As I grow old I find distain with every cunt I meet,
I close my eyes and wished that I had sand beneath my feet.

A cloud white beach to stroll away these thoughts of death and pain,
But all at once I’m dragged right back to stare at cunts again.