Man

 

Man goes from day to day

Doing whatever the fuck they want in whatever fucking way!


As you fall to the floor

He will bend and reach forth

And piss himself laughing

At the sight

Of your unfortunate misfortune

And plight.

He will chat up your missis

She will squander your kisses

For some excitement and a glass of wine.

He will park in your space

He will talk to your face

But you know that his mind is elsewhere.

She will laugh at your jokes

And mock other blokes

And spend your money

Without a fucking care.


They are the beginning of the end

And if the world is to mend

We should blow it all up

And start again.

 

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