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A Poem.
Get out of my way, you menial scum,
You pitiful piece of trash.
You barbaric, filthy mongrel,
Of humanity you bash!
Your stone cold eyes and rock hard skin,
Your lifeless, hateful self.
You're a demon to the point of which
There's no one that can help.
A sore coward with no life;
You're a weakling when alone,
Which is why you always hide
from the safety of your home.
You are so rife with great flaws that
I cannot care to list,
And you speak of only lies,
for you are a communist.
Get out of my way, you menial scum,
You pitiful piece of trash.
You barbaric, filthy mongrel,
Of humanity you bash!
Your stone cold eyes and rock hard skin,
Your lifeless, hateful self.
You're a demon to the point of which
There's no one that can help.
A sore coward with no life;
You're a weakling when alone,
Which is why you always hide
from the safety of your home.
You are so rife with great flaws that
I cannot care to list,
And you speak of only lies,
for you are a communist.