Grow up, get real
It's the way the cookie crumbles,
deal with, who says life is a bed of Roses
I am what I am and you are what you are
we didn't make ourselves, these things happen
go blame your parents if you must vent, your father first
if he wasn't lust crazed and extracting his little winkle that time
you wouldn't now sit here a fool of hate doing early troll duty
some are privileged and some are not, **** it up
it's been like that from time immemorial, boys
we can't all be winners with all we want
not even the Queen has everything
I would try and be the best I can be
rather then waking up to know
some fool somewhere annoys
me enough to become
a pathetic troll
Jezz, its bad
enough being
a peasant without
having to go to bed
obsessed and wake up
obsessed day in day out
I dread to think what its doing to you all
and no paid hols or a Merc to whizz you
for a lovely Chinese meal like I will be doing
later today with a peasant *****, in comfort and style
get out the pitch forks, folks, I know the writer of this piece, I just stole it from him. He is a ****** toff, silver spoon ladidah rogue.He should be publicly lynched and his innards fed to foxes. We should be burning this horrible capitalist blood sucker at the stake. We should castrate this parasite. WE are the salt of the earth and these leeches are living off our backs. Grab your pitchforks, grab your staffs and cudgels, let us drive this greedy ******* out of town. Come on folks, you'll feel better for it......
