Normally, I'd never take a shot at someone who's dying
but what scum bag Putin's trying to sell, I'm not buying.
His doctors have said he's got three years max left to live
and for his evil deeds, I'm thinking God will not forgive.
On the verge of losing his sight, but he's long been blind
to the atrocities he's caused. A mad man, out of his mind.
Poor guy complains of headaches. Does he want our pity
after killing many Ukrainians and destroying city after city?
The Big C lives in his body, but his soul belongs to Satan.
Sold it when he got greedy and there's no sign of it abatin'.
Update to his health, reports he trembles. That's the rumors,
but I hope he shakes from the pains of malignant tumors.
I almost feel guilty by writing something so seemingly cruel
but this is acceptable when exposing the work of the ghoul.
Maybe his good friend, Trump, will fly over to hold his hand
and dance like a puppet for Putin at his dying wish command.
Blemished
She lives with dishonour;
Besmirched
With hate, she’s surrounded
Broken-down
Her fate was thrown into darkness.
She is the mother of evil
A scum-bag of a woman
A lowlife
A rotter
She deserves death;
An eye for an eye.
In response to the mother who abused and starved her one-year-old son until he suffered a ‘horrific’ death, then sobbed about it on Facebook.
Tonika Willoughby, 28, is said to have inflicted appalling and ultimately fatal cruelty on her toddler over an extended period of time, which culminated in his death at her home in Labadieville, Louisiana, on November 9. 2020
A Facebook page that appears to belong to Willoughby
She posted: ‘November 09, 2020, is.
Da worst day of mah life,’ on the day of the toddler’s death.
The Devil’s in the raging tempest.
The Devil’s in the quaking earth.
Might be tornados today,
Good bet there’s worse on the way.
Just take the hint for what it’s worth.
Can’t tell you why the climate’s changing.
Just know it makes the death toll swell.
Though it’s absurdly odd to say an act of God;
More like a typical day in hell.
The Devil’s in the sale of weapons.
The Devil’s in the toxic waste.
In every corporate whore,
And scum bag merchant of war
Who prey upon the human race.
Predictions of the next fiasco
Are all too easy to foretell.
You see it on TV; it’s called reality,
And it’s a typical day in hell.
The Devil’s in the sighs and whispers.
The Devil’s in the blood red thong.
She looked as tempting as sin,
And like a fool I gave in,
Persuaded by her Siren song.
I knew I flirted with disaster;
The warning was a wedding bell.
But I embraced the flame when she took my last name.
It was a typical day in hell.
Your actions
started a chain reaction
towards a suicide
I survived
I should have died
said I’d fight if I wake alive
and here I am years in time
chanting it singing it writing it rhyme
telling your lies
and of your behaviour
how it’s a crime
you cause people to take their life