People Like You Make Me Puke

 

            How appalled am I?

Long into the night I’ll dance

When you’re about to die!

 

            How callous you are,

How conceited in intent,

Your purpose has never known charity

Your heart devoid of love,

Your insistence on laying blame

For societies ills on those

Without a voice,

Is predictable in your nature,

Your bourgeois head is stuffed.

 

            For blaming those without

A strong mama, papa,

Those without your health,

Those without your education,

Those without your wealth,

For blaming those without any power,

Those whose minds not know your stealth,

Those who cannot travel further,

Those without an option –

But to have their collar felt.

 

            Who on Earth gave you

That heart, that right, you divisive

Tiny minded hag,

            See the human being first,

Before condemning them as CHAVS!

 

Michael J Waite 02 June 2007 0542hrs.