god i hate everyone
the ones who drop litter,
leave it there, let’s drown in it,
the ones who park on the pavement
in their hierarchical metal boxes,
coded, badged, and booted.
warrior, animal, and vegetable too.
the sod you generation,
the era of the sod you, sod you,
the noisy ones, and the daft ones,
and the ones around the back;
in their nowheres, with
barbarising their mistakes.
the fag parents of the fag brains,
in their fag brain obese-mobiles.
i sodding hate ‘em all.
the blue-rinsers oozing down the scent
of the perfumed hoi polloi,
their powder layered thick as thieves
of time when time’s run out.
and the squeaky, speaky girls, with their
alabaster faces plastered brown;
oh do make up your bloody mind,
all i see are painted clowns;
but do you think
you looking good? or are
you good for looking at?
oh for god’s sake!
all that’s fashion is out of fashion,
they are fashioned to be plebeians;
imbecile and infantile.
your mundane conversations,
the same on tuesday, wednesday,
all week through;
not one fundamental question
follows your how do you do you do
the promenading doggy dumpers,
with their little bags of doggy poo,
nattering about their doggy dos,
and did they do, and do they do?
ah sod you, sod you,
sod you all.
i hate you all.
every single one of you.