or..."Dichotomous Diatribe"
Offensively curious people disrupt the natural balance.
Claiming to be righteous, they speak of love and romance.
It would be a better world if they just stayed silent.
They know who they are, rotten inside to the core.
There's no beauty in these beasts, them even the God's deplore.
Flipping through our letters, they're just fearful bedwetters,
seeking redemption from their many imperfections.
No personal introspection, they get continual rejection.
Prying eyes telling lies, living in their
trailer park pigsties, somewhere, who really cares.
Snoopy neighbors constantly watching us,
making unnecessary fuss, they're nasty as pus.
Cocksure pricks, needing a hard head slap with a hickory stick.
That would do the trick, knock they're brains out of their noggin,
maybe some flogging, too. And tell 'em, "Screw you!"
Sinful sphincters, losers, not victors.
What if they fell in a pit of twenty-foot boa constrictors?
It would serve them right for their sleights.
I pray for it with all my might. How about tonight!
A worthless, clueless lot, ranting ridiculous incantations, just snots that
need to be shot with double-aught buck. Oh, it's just their bad luck.
Rubberneckers creating traffic jams, needing not one, but several wham whams.
Masquerading as writers, spewing mindless prose about things they do not know,
I'm hoping they just blow away with the rest of the tumbleweeds and hayseeds, inbreeds.
They call themselves Masters of The Art, I call them worthless body parts.
Obscene, mean and vulgar, they need to be drawn and quartered, thrown out as carrion
to the vultures and other scavengers, including the jackals and grackles.
Oh, let us bring back English Law penalty culture to those who insult us!
It was more civilized than these emotional pretenders, they're not real contenders,
they cause just more stupid ruckus.
Worthless small shrews, lacking any prominence, not worth even a single halfpence.
Again, their smooth lips and elegant pens talk of love and romance.
Really?
I say, "Okay, bend over, pull down your pants,
I got something for your romance, hungry red ants for that stance."
Renegade inhumans like these should be penalized on their knees for good reason.
They've committed
High Treason and crimes
against those of
us with a pure heart.
What do you say,
let's start today!?
Written by Strider
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