The Hairy
Misanthropes
How doth the
hairy misanthropes
Plot and
plunder the fun from my life
Mistrust and
disdain are their wary bedfellows
How dare the
hairy misanthropes
Trample upon
my sparkle and joy
With such
glee and alarming regularity
BUT Why? I ask with a genuine confusion
They blame
such naivety on my delusions
Their answer
is always that “Life Is Hard”
For such is
the belief of these massive fucktards
(sorry – I mean
“misanthropes”, obviously)
So why do
those hairy misanthropes
Spread their
gloom and despair, like birdshit in my hair
At every
turn, weaving their terrible way through my dreams?
It is simply
because those hairy misanthropes
Have nothing
of their own they did not steal from those like me
Have no dreams,
no joy and, most telling, no integrity.
So when
troubled by your own particular Hairy Misanthrope
I’m thinking
that this knowledge might present a spark of hope
Remember
that, try as they might, they themselves can never be
Creative,
fresh and vibrant
Hopeful and ebullient
Friendly,
trusting, dare I say
Genuine and nice
in our own way
and .... (we
can say it proudly)
WITH our Integ
ri ty.
By me. Fuck you, Hairy Misanthropes.
Fucking A...
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