Wankers

by joetwo

I see you park

In a handicapped place

A look of calm

Upon your smug face

Not really thinking

About what you do

You sir are a wanker

Straight through and through

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You smoke all your rollies

Chuck them on the ground

Listen to the radio

Set at full sound

Not one thought given

For those who are there

Course not! You’re a wanker!

You don’t even care

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Dressed in your finest

While out for the night

Getting drunk so quickly

Then go start a fight

We hate all you wankers

And will one and all

Not release one single tear

When you’re against the wall

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