i hear you through the stained glass screaming at children, scaring the **** out of them *******, you're ******* tough, aren't you? telling a nine year old to jump in the garbage where she belongs
with your cigarette stained screams and hair that would gladly twist it's tendrils around any unsuspecting victim quick enough to squeeze the life out of them before they had the sense to run
and this little girl has strength enough to keep her chin up, keep moving her little legs to grab her icee from the corner market in this early summer heat
and you're still on your ******* porch yelling about little ******* pinching your baby
if you want to be the guard dog of this neighborhood let's get you a chain and leash because there's no question in my mind that you are a *****