You Crab walking Sh!T Talker
You never quite choose a side
You never try to step forward
You are always looking for someplace to hide
Concealing your own malignancy
You hide waiting to attack
Stealing around personal spaces
Waiting to stab others in the back
You are a ear-hustling skittering side peddler
A rodent best kept underground
You are rancid festering vermin
Whose home will one day be found
Snakes like you slither and shuffle
They devour and leave misery in your wake
Nothing in you is born of compassion
There is nothing in life you wont take
Soon my repugnant varmint
You will get what you've deserved all along
The cheese on my trap will lure you
Then POP! Your evil will be gone!
© 2013 Eddie Phillips