We humans are funny creatures
Beautiful, but have funny features
Outside we show this to all
Inside attacking those that fall

Grinding there bones to dust
No care, hurt were not fussed
Plenty more to push and prod
Sending them to the broken sod

When will this ever stop?
Tiny minds over the slop
Kicking as hard as we can
Hope this hurts you, be a man

Laying on the floor writhing in pain
Now you know how it feels that’s plain
Get up, let’s do it again to you
Or move on, find some others to screw.

Go to there final resting place
Saying words that are a disgrace
Never were they friends so dear
All around just a crocodile tear

Copyright © Quietman 2007

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