Society Umbrellas
Your frothy latte burns my tongue
I really ought to sue you
What black magic have your wreaked, what paganistic voodoo?
You really should be taken out and hung
Your laser-glance has pierced my soul
You really ought to know me
You're one astute Svengali; how I dread your ESP
You really should be reamed another hole
Your smiling lies abrade my trust
I really ought to deck you
That or bop you on the head with a mammoth cleated shoe
You really should be pounded into dust
Contributors: | F, N, (trad-ish), Karin, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 23rd September 2004 by F. |