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The Retards (harsh but true)

Every village, town and city of mass proportion is bound to have some The ‘didn’t make the grade at school’ so who else will now take them The parents repugnant, inbred, and living off the dole Breed with each other to produce their spawn, the taxpayer taking this toll Infesting our lives with their spit and their spat, just turn on Jeremy Kyle You’ll see what I mean, like a bad daydream, their being is utmost vile Its entertainment to some who revere in this mess, only glad that its not them Sulking the streets and just on the scrounge and oh look, their face on the News at Ten Retard is harsh as it’s not what I mean, but it fits the slot so well So why are they here and what is their use, doesn’t the devil need a hand in hell? But they exist, and you see them every day, hanging on the corner of the street Even the village idiot had his job, backwards in kind but still rather sweet So what do we do in trying to combat this evolution, going backwards in the blink of an eye Education is wasted and the armed forces is a no, it almost makes me want to stop and cry So this is the way that the human may go, just look back at the millennia’s past The dinosaurs failed and the mammoth is gone, just how long are we going to last? The Retards JJB
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Written by
john-bartholomew
45 / M / Cambridge
Published
Feb 16, 2018
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“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”

― Mae West

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”

― Robert Frost

“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.”

― Allen Saunders

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