The Haters
Bodies in bags- flags on a hearse steering packs
Of medicals to rich kids so cynical in attacks
They burst when faced with disgraced first
Men & women- natives slain & pillaged- cursed
Staked & ravaged- their life slain & miscarried
married into honorable chains tied chained- blamed
for lame excuses by husbands disdained & abusive
tame teenagers bullied by bastards bullying so bold
so cold- the shoulders shown, pointed out the door
old men hating young, young men taunting all
flaunting their wealth- upper class call to stall
attention- poor have the tension of feeding a kid so small
gets to them & they blame all who stand in the hall
stopping them getting their coupons to feed the kid
the kid hungry blaming his parents for bad parenting
We all Blame…we all Hate
Meet Pedi Pauper a simpleton with a simple son
you’d call him retarded- he’d shake & sniffle glum
his dad’s got a bad taste in his jaw
and the food it’s so raw
but the money’s so low he can’t want more so for
him to survive he drives a rubbish truck, his luck sucks
when he views his only son as a weekly cheque- fuck
he’s going mental And he finds his state so detrimental
it’s essential to stay alive- eating Chinese off oriental
streets & he seems to believe the rich are his enemies
no clemency- he’ll give no mercy his hate acts detrimentally
Meet Richey Rich, buying a poor bitch- or bitches
so they can salivate over the bit which itches
his rims count double in inches with leeches
as his friends- he inherited more that speech can speak
so it leaves all speechless- his aimless life remains
on track but his lack of motivation plus his tactless claims
of hate against the poor breed- dogs on the streets
his friends call his comments crazy, but maybe
he can’t help but hate the poor men, kids and ladies
When Richey met Pedi
Pedi goes up “This the Rich house” he asks
“Yeah it is as much as your poverty is” Richey basks
in his monetary glory, momentarily elated but wait
Pedi burns debating whether to smack his face in hate
“I hate you Rich people, HATE HATE HATE you all,
you think your above us, nah, you’re all gonna fall,
fall low” the tendrils of hate grabbing Richey’s throat
he chokes but screeches “You poor are all alike, you dote
upon us, wait for us to feed you, at our every beck & call
I FUCKIN HATE HATE HATE you all”
soul mates it appears- two angry men with a lot of hate
loving to insult, condensate, bully and aggravate
They don’t hate their social stature, they just hate us
people who live- they made a new clique of haters
spreading their hate, their anger in all forms uniformed
hate and good is sedated with a lying chloroform so clear
this world runs on hate it appears
hate dominates us, our family & all our peers
We all Blame…we all Hate
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Originally Posted by Melanson
