"Poor soul,
spit upon that,
poor soul,
he never knew what hit him,
and it hit him so."
They laughed and jabbed,
his plight entertaining,

He's just,
another *******,
he's just,
a *******,
he deserves this,
what a useless boy.

Just about as useful as a coat of paint,
applied in the rain.
Or maybe an umbrella on a sunny day.

What a useless soul,
arms outstretched and begging,
it takes a fool to see one,
but they don't see it that way.

Poor soul,
resting in the mud,
poor soul.