[“People basically suck...” Mike Tyson, 1988]
Come into my verse
And feed the prejudice I nurse,
Sarcasm, cynicism neatly blended;
However short your stay:
A month, a week, a day,
I guarantee you’ll not leave unoffended.
Hello nigger boy,
Can’t find gainful employ?
Course not, for any decent job you’d bungle;
You useless little bugger,
You’re nothing but a mugger,
The white man should have left you in the jungle.
Hello Mr Jew,
There’s none I hate as much as you,
I’m fascinated by your screaming ’Nazi!’
You’re such a boring ass,
Think I’ll turn on the gas,
And flush your race forever down the carsey.
Hello Mr Red,
If only you were dead
The world would be much better if not happy;
I’ll rub you vermin out
Because without a doubt
You are a very aggravating chappie.
Whatchoo starin’ at?
You capitalist cat,
You parasite, you batten off our hunger;
Free enterprise indeed:
Monopoly and greed!
That’s where you’re at, mister, I’ve got your number.
Come into my verse
And feed the prejudice I nurse,
Sarcasm, cynicism neatly blended;
However short your stay:
A month, a week, a day,
I guarantee you’ll not leave unoffended.
Hello Mrs Whore,
It makes me very sore
To see you flog your mutton by the nicker,
I’ll write a line or two,
And see what I can do,
Perhaps I’ll fix you up with Jack the Ripper.
Good evening, Mr Crook,
You’re a vile one in my book,
At dead of night in someone else’s house,
I’ll deal with you right now,
This minute, and I vow
You’ll rue your day of birth, you rotten louse.
Hello Mr Vicar,
There’s no one makes me sicker
Than one who whiles away most every hour
On bended knees in prayer,
And seeing everywhere
Manifestations of a higher power.
You too, Mr Do-gooder,
So caring for your brooder,
I know what causes such benign reaction
From you for all the scum,
You’re not so nice, or dumb,
You gloat on lowliness: hence satisfaction.
Why do I scorn them all,
The mighty and the small?
Why am I hard, dogmatic and so certain
That they deserve such hurt?
That’s obvious, they’re dirt,
While I instead am such a perfect person.
Come into my verse
And feed the prejudice I nurse,
Sarcasm, cynicism neatly blended;
However short your stay:
A month, a week, a day,
I guarantee you’ll not leave unoffended.
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