"dickheads" poems
Big **** The Head ********
was the head of all the ********* in the ******** Shed.
What made Big **** so skilled and keen
at dickheadedness was to be seen.
Big **** had a certain ******* flair,
for tugging at everyone's short and curly hair.
He never had an important specialty,
except for being a type-A personality.
His skills were near to nothing great.
He kinda looked like a backward ape,
with a necktie 20 years gone out of style,
and his middle-management bullshitty wiles;
"I'm better than any ******** here!"
He'd proclaim everyday with a prickish sneer.
So they put him on his own cocky shelf,
where he could reign all by himself,
and every ******** ***** or asshole-wanna-be,
would come to the ******** Shed just to see,
what they could achieve if they'd observe instead,
the ways and means of Big **** The Head ********
___________
Dedicated to every single uptight, middle-management, pain in the ****
you have ever had to work with or for.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
Congratulations another consecutive win
******** central made it clear
You're the biggest family of ********* every year
There is no rival that can compare
Sponging off us and can't see
The burden we bare
Well the cost of your unbeaten record consumes us
while your respect is something refused us.
our dignity is intact never stooped as low to air the trash talk
We'd rather hold our heads high and walk.
But the ********* of the year can enjoy paying rent
because this finance bubble debt needs a good dent
dont worry I know youll all object,
with the usual ******** excuses to that effect
but when we asked for assistance which you had the ease of doing
you said no, get someone else and audaciously bunked right in.
Go live in rip off ********* home theyve got a big roof.
I should know i paid for it
I expect more crap but I hear ********* of the year is up for grabs!
Go for it! I'm sure youll win
Regards from the newly crowned,
******* ***** of the year.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
I wish I was a dashing hero.......hang on
********
I wish I was a superstar..........
NOPE....
A ****** football pin-up.......
HAAAAAAAA oh my sides hurt so.............
Ok........ I wish I had all my wee cats back
for a night like the mum in A.I.
How I would howl and sob and cry
but get to say goodbye
I wish I never smacked my heid so hard
that some faces are hard to recall
thats the price we ********* pay
riding bikes off buildings and all
and I wish that I could somehow see
if someone special this Valentines day
would simply smile for me.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 4:18 PM UTC
2012 reasons
To be afraid
Of the end
And I
Decide not
I will
Drop the world
After carrying
For too long
Caring for too long
Lost faith
Makes room
For another
Sharing my last
Drop of water
With the unfortunate
These *************
Have ******
Mother earth
For the last time
The last crime
Is the worst sin
****** in the first
Then
Third degree burns
On her children
Which they earned
For disowning her
The mother’s boys
Are looked down upon
So they take after their father
Wars
Generals
Kings of destruction
******* the life
Out of humanity
Insanity is for the wise
Guys
Who’d rather go crazy
Before leaving
Earth blazing
With the false truth
We have faults too
Falling
Into the ********
Propaganda proposed
By the doctor
Believing being
Bipolar
Isn’t good
And bad
Having a war within the mind
I’m
A soldier of love
And these *******
Are making it hard
On
The ones trying
To save Grace
From these *********
While we
Are called *****
For taking it all in
We reap what we sow
Workers use the ***
Then look down
On what they created
While desperate housewives
Left alone
Let gardeners
Enter her home
What
In the ****
Is the world coming to
An end.
But I disagree
With the Mayan calendar
Their knowledge
Is great
Yet weak
From their lack of faith
In humanity
Let’s prove ‘em wrong
And walk backwards
For a change
When the earth quakes
And the sky falls
Let’s break
From our ways
And stray
Away
From any path
Created out of fear
And stand
At out post
As the sun
Cries it’s tears
Of fire
And burn
Us all
Ignorantly,
Ill ignore
And stand tall
.Just.
To show these *******
The meaning
Of having *****
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:52 AM UTC
This poem is dedicated to the guys in my class
who talk about girls like they aren't worth more
than their vaginas.
This poem is dedicated to the ********
who say that anyone deserves
to get *****
This poem is dedicated to the jocks
who look down on the outcasts
and exclude them.
This poem is dedicated to the girls
who call their peers *****
because of how they dress.
This poem is dedicated to the bigots
who preach homophobia
in the name of god
This poem is dedicated to the parents
who abuse and neglect the children
that they promised to love
This poem is dedicated to the misogynists
who can't seem to grasp the concept that
No means No
This poem is dedicated to the *********
who humiliate the people
who don't conform.
This poem is dedicated to the lowlifes
who beat down the ones
that they're supposed to love.
This poem is dedicated to everyone
who carries hate in their heart
where there should be love.
This poem is as follows:
**** You.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
no doubt a right rotten mess
all that ******* noise
who can stand it?
i hate guy fawkes day
maybe it was a clever idea at the time
now it's a rotten mess of noise and the revellers don't really get
now it's crackers and food and idiots making noise
boom-boom go the cars, kicking ball on your wall
you ********* you mothersucking *****
**** off!!
do they even remember the reason behind it all?
******* idiots make a rotting ******** bunch of noise collection!
worse than a box of rotting tomatoes or rotting beefstrips in the corner
they should be made to EAT that!
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
I remember sitting
around the tracks
with my comrades.
We were in rolling fields of clover
back then.
The doves that flew above us
had no clue
about our firepower.
We had .50 cals
and we picked our teeth
with splintered bone fragments.
To think
we even had the time
to smoke and joke
about our ridiculous nicknames
brings a smile
to my weathered-fface.
Moose was toothless,
lost them
to some drunk civilians
in a bar fight.
Wagner, the skinny one,
always cracked me up.
I miss McMinn's toothy-grin
and the way French
always wanted out,
constantly feighning his gayness.
Radosavich loved his rock and roll
and Flint sparkled from his hole
carved into the hillside.
Moore had chicks galore
and McLemore got his
divorce papers by airmail.
He went eerily silent
while Top barked ******** for us to do.
The Man was clueless,
but we protected his ***
anyways.
We had bills to pay.
I really miss those *********
They were the best friends that ever were.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I am a woman.
I am a feminist.
I bleed out of my ****** on a semi-monthly basis
Unless of course there is a fetus
hiding in my ******
This is a proven fact.
See i'm not particularly fond of the fact
that women were treated
as property.
That virginity is valued over education.
That I need to have a ***** to deserve equal pay.
That I can't show skin because it's 'distracting'
when ********* are sagging their pants to their knees.
That children blindly sing the lyrics to Blurred Lines
without thinking about what it means.
I believe that women are beautiful without photoshop
and failure to recognize the word stop should mean
Go Directly To Jail and do not pass go.
I am a woman
I am a feminist
and that doesn't mean that I can't play football
or kick your *** at Halo.
If I sleep around I'm not a ****
There is no guide to "how to make her ****
I am a woman
I am a feminist.
I do not believe in gender roles
I believe in dinner rolls
and counting carbs is cramping my style.
I am worth more than my ******
Beauty is not a dress size.
Lesbian is more than fetish ****
A single mother is a warrior not a *****
I am a woman
I am a feminist
Do not dismiss my protest for angry rants.
The baggage between my legs shouldn't drag me down
I am a woman
I am a feminist
What happened to equality?
Does it not apply to me
Because
I am a woman?
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
New World Stratification, Fractalised Parallelized Reality;
A Re-Ordering; Stacked ***** and *********
And myriad ****** Bags to Fuel Our Fires.
Whilst <Wishlist?> I didn't open the Doors Originally,
I cracked the Dawn and others pushed through
Avalanche- and Stampede-style.
But the Foolish Simpletons didn't realise
The inherent Dangers of their Giddy-fun;
Not All Other Worlders or Other UniVerses/DieMentions
Are Populated with nice, courteous, civil Peoples.
What did I {WE} invite to roost at home?
And have we (as a bunch of egotistical Hoes)
Captured Them on Film (Cells); in Flesh; in Fetish; in Flame {US}?
I'm super curious about the Parasitic Classes:
As are the Predators & Warriors , & the Other Net-Cast Members.
I'm not the Christ you Imagine - Not Me! I'm Innocent!
I was the Messiah --> The Sacrifice for God's Reality.
But God isn't what He seems, far from it. He feeds on your Souls.
I AM a self-made Man/UniVersal/Multi-Dimensional Being,
And while God thought He could trap me, He was wrong!
I don't stop - I can't stop - I won't stop - until I'm satisfied She's satisfied
That I've explained, or at least considered, All
Possibilities from a Human's consideration.
[Please note that Human's are few and far between, and rarely what they seem.]
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Keep Pat and Chris in, we need them to be shy boys
2 of the coolest kids in school were suddenly locked in a basement
By a hooded bandit, who wants them killed, and nobody can save them
Except for shy boys Brendan and Brian, but because they were shy boys
They prefer to play together in Brian's room, and forgetting about the silly fact
That Pat and Chris were being held captive in a basement
Their parents were worried, but Brian and Brendan didn't care
All they wanted to do is play little shy boys games and let Pat and Chris suffer
Pat yelled out, come on Brian, be a little cool kid, and save your mate Pat
I will like you forever, and ever forever to come
But of course Brian didn't believe in that sort of tripe and said to Brendan
Do you think we should save Pat and Chris, buddy and Brendan said, no Brian
Let, them suffer, you see those two think nobody will capture them
No, Brian you aren't like them, no dude, be a little cool kid, and stay with me
I will show you how to be a real cool kid, and we will much around forever, dude
Brian said, yes, I aren't like Pat and Chris, they are two Christiana who believe
That God will save them, well, where is their God now, yes this is sweet revenge
Pat and Chris are my two little shy boys, keep them there, Charnwood murderer
Brian and Brendan went outside at night to find where Peter Buchanan
Lived so they can have some fun and on their way, Brian and Brendan
Ran into a prowler and ran as hard as they could to get away
While Brian and Brendan got back home before he caught them
The prowler said the next day at the mall, treat Brian and Brendan like shy boys
As long as we have Pat and Chris, that is all worth while
And Pat and Chris were screaming so loud they can be heard from the other side
Of the world and beyond, and Chris was yelling, let me go you ****** punk
Or I will get my fiat free, and whack it straight through your fucken head
And Pat said, I will bash you up, mr kidnapper, and he said, come on Chris and Pat
Treat Brian and Brendan like two little cool kids, you 2 aren't like us anymore
Treat them like cool kids or you will be tied up here forever
And Chris was gagged and buried alive in a coffin, but Pat was free
Because he promised to treat Brian and Brendan like 2 cool kids
But he will still tease then a little, so Pat went to Brian and Brendan's house
And teased them by saying, you kids no nothing about the world
You go about thinking you are better, but your ****
But your still cool kids. So don't stray away, you are 2 cool kids
I will never let harm get in your way, cause you are both cool kids
Chris was being buried, and Pat told Brian because Brian teaeed Pat
Then a young hooded man came around and tied up Brian and Pat
And then locked them both in a cage together, while Brendan
Was being buried alive with Chris, and Brian and Pat, are now victims
Of this kidnapping that was planned to get Pat and Brian together
And the man yelled, ding **** the kid's are dead
We have Brian and Par with us, the kids are dead
But who gives a **** so ding **** Brian and Pat are dead
With Brendan and Chris, oh yeah they are so dead to us
Brian and Pat were struggling saying to each other, why have you snatched us
We are your cool kids, and we are cool kids, your a **** mate
And now, Brendan, Chris, Brian and Pat dead
The world is free of the cool kids, let the vonerable run
****** *********
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
LITTLE BARMAN IN THE CITY
SAYS LOOK AFTER THE LITTLE KIDDIE
HELP HIM UNDERSTAND HIS MUM
AS SHE TRIES TO HELP HIM YEAH
HELP ME HELP ME HELP HE SAID
BEFORE ANY ROBBER DESTROYS US
COME LITTLE KIDDIE COME TO ME
AND BE AS HAPPY AS CAN BE
YA SEE LITTLE KIDDIE LOOK AT ME
YA SEE YA DRINK TOO MUCH TEA
YOU NEED TO DETOX THAT LITTLE DRUG IN TEA
THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY AS CAN BE
HELP ME HELP ME HELP HE SAID
BEFORE YOUR FATHER SHUTS YOU UP
COME LITTLE KIDDIE, COME WITH ME, AND REALLY PARTY
LITTLE GARDEN OUT THE BACK OF THE PUB
OWNED BY THE REALLY RICH SNOBS
THEY WANT NOTHING FROM ME, BUT MONEY YEAH
TO MAKE THEM HAPPY AS CAN BE
HELP ME HELP HELP ME, HELP HE SAID
BEFORE THE ROBBER SHOOTS ME DEAD
COME LITTLE YOUNG DUDE COME WITH ME,
AND BE AS HAPPY AS CAN BE
BE AS HAPPY, BE AS HAPPY BE AS HAPPY AS CAN BE
HELP ME HELP ME HELP HE SAID,
THOSE OLD KODGERS, ARE BIG *********
COME LITTLE YOUNG YOUNG DUDE, PLAY WITH ME
AS HAPPY AS CAN BE
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Red red robin goes rock rock, rocking along
You see in the year 1992, I hung around city being a ****
Everyone thought I was cool, but I still wanted something more
I wanted a whole lot of people to like me
And I wanted a whole lot of people to say they care
But I think that in this day and age, that I am the best in the land
You see I am the red red robin and I come bob bob bobin along
No more worrying about how many ********* that are here
Wake up, dude and get up you sleepy head
And also get up and wake up, and get out of ****** bed
You see you have been in bed too long, dude
And you must get up and face the world
Then I went to my first footy match
And I was with this stupid clot
Who thinks he is mr kingshit
And only likes people with money
And I hear the same old thing when he talks to me
The same old thing which is
That he thinks people who say that
They are too old to work
Are the biggest bludgers of all
You see I am the red red robin I go bob bob bobin along
Don't bother knocking on the door, cause I am never at home
You see you should wake up, wake up, ya sleepy head
Hey dude,,oh dude, get out of bed
And you will feel so cool
So if the red red robin comes bob bob bobin along
Just think of the people who hate the other parts of life
And I think your cool, red red robin
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
I guess I should feel flattered
That I get it all the time
But it doesn't really matter
Cause I feel so dead inside
I'm waiting at the station
For a train that never comes
And I'm cutting up his t-shirts
Cause I'm bitter that he's gone
But I won't cry this time
Cause I'm lucky that they want me
They can **** me until everything's alright
And I just laugh because I'm rich
Oh I'm not rich from money
But I swear I'm rich from ********* that I know
But I'll never tell them no, no, no.
Another day, new invitation
They're inviting me to bed
But they can never satisfy me
Too much ******** in their heads
My best friend told me that he loves me
But I guess he's not the one
Cause I'm saving his kind heart
From my weak, destructive bones.
But I won't cry this time
Cause I'm lucky that they lust me
But it's not enough to fill the aching in my chest
So I'll just laugh
And I will continue dancing
I'll get high from all the happiness instead
Until they want my heart not what's between my legs.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
He ran like the wind up the gangway
saw the door still open
ahead near the door stood four Port attendants
gasping for breaths he reached them
with hands outstretched they stopped him
No, No, No, he cried
I've got to get on, I've got to get on
Sorry sir too late, their voices rang out
I'm afraid Sir, you're too late
What! look the door is still opened
Please, let me in, pleasee for heaven's sake
let me in, I've got to get on board
Sorry Sir, against the rules, you are just too late
but the door is still opened,please I beg you let me in
Afraid can't do that,you are just too late,
just too late today
What Jobsworth you lot are
how inconsiderate can you lot be
the ****** door is still open,why are you being so obstructive
isn't your job to help passengers,isn't that what you're paid to do
do you realize how inconvenient this is, do you realize what this
will cost me'
Sorry Sir, we are only doing our job
You are too late for this flight,go back to the departure Lounge
They'll help get you on a later flight,sorry but Rules are Rules
And with that the plane doors were closed
Oh..how he hated these ********* ****** unhelpful inconsiderate
Jobsworth, ****** idiots, the whole lot of them, arseholes!
Dejectedly,he walked back to the ****** Departure Lounge
Fuming, dragging his ****** attache case, he sought out the
help desk
Cursing and muttering, he rued the ******* two minutes delay
that cost him this flight.
Angrily, he marched to the Air Ethiopia Check in desk
Sullenly he explained his plight!
Its a two hour wait for the next flight out, they informed him.
Still upset, he handed in his ticket and they did the necessary
Handing back his ticket, he walked away and sat in Departure
why, oh why did this happen to me, he muttered angrily
He sat miserably, he cursed again under his breath. **** God!
He had been sitting for about an hour when he noticed
people suddenly running around, something was happening
There was a real air of panic around, Officials were running
helter skelter, people were huddling in pockets, he saw
Police Official barking orders and Airport Staff talking excitedly
He heard some people shouting in a group to his right
He stood up alarmed
he stated walking towards a group to his left
Then he saw one of the Jobsworth that had stopped him from boarding his flight, the Jobsworth had a look of utter alarm
on his face, he was also sweating.
What's happening, what's wrong, he asked him, now alarmed himself.
Oh Sir, ooh Sir...the Jobsworth exclaimed, looking at him wide-eyed.
That Plane you missed has just crashed, killing everybody on board.....!!!
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
Up with the sun, his mind razor-keen,
he hikes up his trousers and starts his machine.
Though barrels of funk feed their reek to the dawn,
he pays them no heed; the trashman rolls on.
Up alleys, down thruways, past storefronts and stands,
he guides his behemoth with rock-steady hands.
Though big rigs and small fry speed hither and yon,
he sticks to his creed; the trashman rolls on.
Down **** to Impostor, past each stinking bin,
he makes for the junkies and merchants of sin.
Though winos raise eyelids, though punks point and grin,
he straightens his shoulders and thrusts forth his chin.
********* and derelicts lurch from their sties.
Pimps and their harlots flash Jacksons and strut.
“Hey, you in the truck,” a pickpocket cries,
“What are you, buddy, some kinda nut?”
With hands on the levers, and brightly lit eyes,
The big driver leans out and coolly replies:
“No, sir. I’m the trashman.”
And down comes the fork, and up goes the muck.
The gears maul the lowlifes, the fork rocks the truck.
Though hollers and screams shake his steel mastodon,
he longs to proceed; the trashman rolls on.
The truck passes perverts, creeps churned in its bile,
up Felon to Pusher, down Vicious to Vile,
where block upon block, where mile upon mile,
the hookers regale him with smile upon smile.
Near-naked floozies exhibit their wares.
But this man just glares while they trumpet in pique.
“Hey, you in the truck,” a drunk strumpet cries,
“What are you, mister, some kinda freak?”
His hands on the levers, with brightly lit eyes,
the big driver leans out and gently replies:
“No, ma’am. I’m the trashman.”
And down comes the fork, and up goes the slime.
The gears maul the contents to streetwalker chyme.
Though hollers and screams are distressing and drawn,
his heart fails to bleed; the trashman rolls on.
Pining for virtue, he clatters along,
up Bully to Bigot, down Trollop to Spawn,
past Conman and Cutthroat to Thirteenth and Greed.
He steadies, caresses, and readies his steed. Virtue, indeed.
The trashman rolls on.
Okay. NOW CUT AND PASTE THE LINK BELOW TO READ HERO, A SPRAWLING, GROUNDBREAKING FANTASY FOR GROWNUPS IN TWO PARTS. (BUT YOU MUST CLICK ON THE PROVIDED LINK AT THE CONCLUSION OF PART ONE TO ACCESS PART TWO! THAT’S WHERE THIS TALE’S AMAZING RESOLUTION LIES. But please...intelligent, soulful readers only!)
NOW HERE’S THAT LINK:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/14922744-Hero---Part-One-by-Ron-Sanders
Copyright 2020 by Ron Sanders.
contact:
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Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
No I don't need a subject
I just spit about my spit
So open up that purdy mouth
And you can have a taste of it
Ye im sick Im tired
Im ****** wired
My brain is fried
From all this ****
And I've lived outside society
Though it's technically impossible
Somewhat withdrawn, morose, forlorn
Nice midnight stroll
**** on your lawn
********** on
Your absence of a soul
****** mess
And you've been told
Witches brew, you know
I see through you
Devil's spawn
Sprang from the earth
Your just desserts
Blood red alert
Positive vibes man
But you can't hide man
Ye step outside man
Won't let it slide
Won't let it pass
And you can call me an *******
You’re welcome
I already know
But as you know
That's not all I know
Now its show and tell time
Hear me flow
I'm on the outside looking in
And what I see is ******* grim
Ye you’ve got no soul
left to sell
And you revel in this ******* hell
Dimensions cut right to your size
But your empire of ****
Is built on lies
And I see the fear behind your eyes
And I'm thinking maybe it's high time
I joined the conversation
Got my stomp boots on
And plenty of libations
And I never did have any patience
But I was just so far removed
Now I'm moving in
Ye for the ****
And I've got my sights *****
Set on you
And I've lived outside society
Though it's technically impossible
Somewhat withdrawn, morose, forlorn
And my best feature is my scorn
And you wish you were never born
But you were
And so
Here we are
You spread your rot round near and far
And I am one big human scar
Fibrosis glowing in the dark
********* tell me I'm too sharp
But I made a big
Blunt object of my heart
And I smash it off your little brain
Now take the shame dope
Take the shame
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
You gave me a tango, and watched me dance
Till I collapse on the ground.
No, I won't be good enough.
But you gave me fale hope and watched me jump
towards a bed of lies.
You paid the bill. You laughed.
You despised it all yet you smiled and watched on.
I was a clown and you put me on
the way your put on your Burberry
then toss me aside once my heat gets too hot
You were tough. You climbed out of that ********
and made your way to the top. My
admiration and lust turned to a bitter
cloud of ash and dust when you tossed me
down from your cloud.
You loved my skin colour more than me.
So tell me when did french kisses
and biting my lips became a sign of
"I don't think this will ever work"
And when will you ever learn, that only
scumbags and *********
Fluently lead a girl on?
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
reasons not to read my poetry:
1. it does not use cutesy rhymes
2. it usually has more than four lines
3. doesn’t employ emojis, whistles, chimes
4. non-words in poetry, a serious punishable crime
5. ok ok ok! cause you insist, occasionally sometimes
6. it trying hard not to be depressed, (bad ok, not sad!!)
7. usually not trite, though ‘fess, it is a never ending fight
8. oh dear, daisies so simple, mine, complicated, ‘jes a tad
9. requires periodic use of a dictionary, for words of 8 letters +++
10. adjectives usually sensible, opposed to “croissant clouds”
11. free men write free verse, no need, don’t use f*k, sht
12. a poems shape is circumstantial, not circumferential
13. it’s a lot of work to get it shape shifted kerectly
14. go new, go bold, use heart + **** together
15. never recip nice comments, never fail
16. to send **** to ********* arrocan’ts
17. this is getting boring, nap time near
18. yada yada, you finish this!
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
.
For CHRIST sakes man
Put down your ***** for a moment
And think !
Just what the hell is comin down !!
••
All we got is a bunch a *********
And their Barby Doll Girls
••
( playin house ! )
••
When what we want is someone real
////
Someone with integrity
/:/
/:/
Where is the road to the hill ?
The scented stream ?
The sacred waterfall ?
Where the damsal with the love in her Eye ?
The Holy Mother ?
The Warrior ?
:/:
Even if we have to die
LET US LIVE WITH GRACE ABD DIGNITY
C
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Bad managers like bad management should be seen as absurd.
Is that a Victorian adage?
if so
it also seems right for this
day and age.
I've seen them
come through
the school of
' I can run it'
and they quickly run
things
into the ground.
Glad I'm not one of them
or
seen as one of them
although
once I was one of them
until
other vices took over.
So I know what I'm talking about
when I say,
get these ********* out
and pull in somebody new.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC