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


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


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