do not drink your bile with whimpers
while your open sores still festers
you know your burning pains lingers
and your crystal miseries hankers

so you kick the rock and stub your toes
whilst hoping to banish your woes
forked tongues twisting in lingo verbose
your allies are your compliant foes

now they see in you the soulless deviants
nowt but contemptible  serpents
underprivileged privileged in bitter rants
our disgraced snake-oil merchants

in absence of substance comes the bullies
twirling  posturing in obtuse folly
rich in selves loathing out to others sully
see how cowards get their jollies

do not drink your bile with whimpers
while your open sores still festers
you know your burning pains lingers
and your crystal miseries hankers