Supporters of Hate Slogans

Please, stop describing as classic What is in reality slick, Something I’d go for as “the sick,” At home Dad to beat me with stick… Indeed, an idea men don’t pick, Because in the end wounds to lick, As it explodes cloud of smoke thick Time Bomb to not permit a tick… Protesters for haters’ slogans? Gunshots will waste all your organs! You’ve never wrestled like Hogan And never would kick like Morgan… We’re dealing with men who hearts rend: Guys I’d say have gone round the bend, On enemies’ chests bullets spend; Their biggest strength to cleansing lend, Even as lives like flies they drop…