Blue Coller Animus
Blue Collar Animus
It’s happened, you’re here
The back alley, oh dear
You’re worried, you fear
I’ve caught you, pains near
You thought you could master my will?
You lack of backbone makes me ill!
No words now, just malice
My eye’s show, no solace
My punches, your lessons
You bruise at, my discretion
Perhaps now you’ll utilize tact
And think before verbal attacks
As you lie on the floor
In your own piss and gore
Satisfaction is mine
That’s a fact.
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