The poor desensitised beings,
who were never once loved,
and will never know how to love.

They roam the earth in pursuit,
of others’ suffering and unhappiness
and make sure it rivals their own.

It’s not their fault they’re degenerate,
and bound to causing others plight.
Harming everything to suit themselves.

Drugged up Neanderthals,
carrying their tools of infliction,
scraping along the ground, their knuckles.

I felt pity for one such ASBO,
even doubted the full extent of his crime.
But he averted all my sympathies

His one little act of “bravery”
forced me to insult him, in
a form to him incoherent.

The End

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