The Scum of the Earth

I wish I could shut his atrocious bittered mouth, To put a stopcock and no more venomous words come out; This vile person who act falsely appearing to be decent, While sticking knives at the back pretending to be devout. I wish she looked closely into her tormented conscience, Where it lies hidden entwined by the decay of her soul; She kisses you on the cheeks and shows compassion, All the while, her vile tongue manipulates and cajole. Like these two despicable people, there are many. They are the scum of the earth in which they habitat; They give you a friendly hand, and they take an arm Then they walk all over you like a doormat. King-Size Bull Crap Sponsored by: Charles Messina