C*nts And Clowns

Women snarling in packs like wolves, psycho frenzied hens clucking,
disgusting in their discussing, who’s gonna pull who ,
Wearing the same style clothes, shoes, the same god damn hair do’s -
Their perfume smells like wretched fake tans and waxing brands,
spent all daddy’s money on porno mammary glands -
Fake smiles painted on with an inch of make up, its sickening to see,
its time for you to wake up -

Men in dark corners like pigs they wallow, always macho, big egos,
their heads and hearts are hollow -
They laugh, taunt and mock people thinking they’re Mr big and hard,
call time landlord, these drunken idiots should be barred -
Dressed to the hilt in their gangster designer gear,
drooling at women downing beer after beer -

I hate your existence as harsh as it sounds,
you’re nothing special, you’re a social nuisance, you’re just c*nts and clowns.

~ by Dave on February 4, 2008.