#vermin
seen you yesterday, my prays have been answered
i was so enamoured by your swagger and my heart fractures
i was so armoured by my triggers and my heart putters
it could be so sweet if only
it would be so perfect
i wish on comets in the sky
i follow the pulsing intuition inside
it could be so sweet if only
i would be so worth it
i wish on cranes in the sky
i pray to release my vermin
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC
I’ll discuss
The disgust I feel
When I see
Your ugly mug
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
Those red-hat doffers
Are the blood-thinning vermin.
Stop.
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 9:42 AM UTC
take up valuable real estate
live in their own ****
birthing in their own faeces
we call them vermin
and hate them
because they are so much like us
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
everybody wants you dead
bad guy
villain
in every tale
told to children
looking under beds
for nightmares
disease ridden vermin
universally hated
no more than fifteen feet
from any Londoner
on the street
above sewers where little feet
scurry among excrement
waste from those above
what did you do
you furry little **** faced
******* to obtain the moniker
of the embodiment of all evil
looking almost cute
oversized mouse
who missed out
on the distribution
of love among creatures
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Vermin vermin vermin
Vermin vermin vermin
Vermin vermin vermin
Using what's in place to protect
to harm and hurt
Vermin vermin vermin
There's blood on your hands
It will always be there
You can wash it off,
but I'll always see it as clear as day
Vermin
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
I smell vermin on you,
As you lie and play the victim
Yesterday you took what is mine
So today I asked you not to
You got so angry at me,
For trying to play fair
You got so used to taking what is mine
My time, my space, my energy
You got so used to taking what is mine
That you forgot they belong to me
When I asked you to stop taking what is mine
You devalued me because you thought
If I’m worth less than you, you can take what is mine
When I asked you to stop taking what is mine
You took advantage of the system that was
Built to protect, to hurt me
How dare you, you thought,
That I try to take back
What is mine
I smell vermin on you
I don’t want you back
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
I've had the money
I've had the power
But for you, honey
I couldn't even grow a flower
I've spread the vermin
Became a parasite
But for you, darling
I couldn't even set it all aside
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
I saw it
I knew it
Your impact... A decay
Your words... Growing a constant tumor
Your presence... Cancerous to my mind
I sensed it
It already consumed me
I feel it stagnant in my blood
A leech to my skin's rot
I'm dying
But I realized I'm the vermin I was reluctant to cure.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
My smooth vermin, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you infest,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the wicked rest.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more ugly and more disgusting.
Hot frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the shocking busting.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your intriguing infestations.
Thinking of your many legs fills my days.
My hate for you is the implications.
Now I must away with a loathsome heart,
Remember my fast words whilst we're apart.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
Uninvited visitor
Black-eyed burglar
Shadow dweller
Nimble sprinter
Able contortionist.
Cheap, common yet
Generous
disease giver
Innocent troublemaker
Thief and scrounger
Bin searcher
Test subject.
Extreme sport enthusiast of my kitchen, bedroom and balcony
Sleep depriver
Olympic diver
Racecar driver with claws for wheels.
I'm not your pit crew, so please find your meals elsewhere,
Silent sniffler.
Constant nibbler
Unwelcome visitor
Gatecrasher!
And he brought a plus one, cheeky sod.
Wherever he goes,
He's pursued always by that faithful worm.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
To use a quote that encapsulates my feelings right now,
“I'm tired of this back-slappin' "isn't humanity neat" ******** We're a virus with shoes.”
― Bill Hicks
The Poem
Originally I thought I suffered from irritability,
irritability of the human race.
Then I realised whilst looking at my face, it was hate.
I told the Doctor I'd thought of suicide, then realised
I wanted to commit mass homicide.
Become a hermit.
Mankind, womankind I hate you, people think me nice, fair,
and kind, I know the truth, I am a ******* so you must be too.
We as a race need a cull.
Do I like the human race? No. What's to like?
I even dislike people that purport to be friends.
I intricately step my way through this world of vermin.
We defile what is beautiful and true, hate because we
are taught to. Ruin, start wars, cause pain, then moan about the rain!
We as a race are quite crudely put, a pile of ****
but even **** has purpose, a role.
What role do we have? To hate one another?
If so please make it equal and adhere to political correctness,
by that I mean, Hate Everyone equally.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC