Category: poetry

  • A Rant on a Warm Day

    The schools are back,the crime rates down.No squealing bratsaround this town.No twats on bikesalong the path.They’re stuck in classI have to laugh.They hate to learn,they don’t want jobs.They want it all,all they can rob.The here and nowis what they crave.From their first breath to darkest grave.I’ll end my ranton this warm day.A grumpy cunt!as some… →