THE PENSIONERS ARE HERE

You can see them,

As dawn breaks,

Shuffling down the street,

One goal,one purpose,

To sniff out fresh meat,

 

Eyes burning with bitterness

Evil desires that can't be sated,

A picture of pure wickedness,

 hearts consumed by hatred

 

I could bludgeon them to death,

I could wring their scrawny necks,

I could watch their bodies crumple,

I could see them hit the deck.

I could kick their sorry asses,

I could then watch them squeal,

These creatures aren't people,

They're pure evil

 

Throwing change at me,

Grimacing, manically,

The pensioner's are here for their papers;

And it's ...all beginning to get to me.

 

“I walked past the shop this morning!”,

They'll snap,

“You were open two minutes late!”,

And while I watch their mouths move,

My guts start to churn,

And my thoughts begin to turn to hate.

 

I could ...bludgeon them to death,

I could wring their scrawny necks,

I could watch their bodies crumple,

I could see them hit the deck,

I could kick their sorry asses.

I could then watch them squeal,

These creatures aren't people,

They're pure evil.

 

“My paper was 30p yesterday!”,

"Not my problem if the'yve gone up in price"

They scream,

veins standing out on their neck,

“I won't pay a penny more!”,they insist,

Even though I,politely,ask them to check

 

I could ….bludgeon them to death,

I could wring their scrawny necks,

I could watch their bodies crumple,

I could see them hit the deck.

I could kick their sorry asses,

I could then watch them squeal,

These creatures aren't people,

They're pure evil!

 

 

 

This is my problem,

When the.... pensioner's appear,

There are no apparent manners,

and they're unwilling to hear,

An explanation,

or a reason,

When thing's don't go to plan,

Or even accept an apology,

when you do the best you can.

 

Obnoxious,opinionated,off the-scale,

And over-rated,

Leaving me....exasperated,

Shattered,knackered

worn out... jaded

 

 

I could bludgeon them to death,

I could wring their scrawny necks,

I could watch their bodies crumple,

I could see them hit the deck.

I could kick their sorry asses,

I could then watch them squeal,

These creatures aren't people,

They're pure evil