Ever walked along the pavement and been unhappy at what you see?!
Proud Turd! A blot on the landscape a disgusting existence that cannot be denied. How can mother nature be so wholesome yet be so cruel to create you!
Proud Turd! Your entire existence is in defiance of law and order Oh the audacity of your vain confrontation with humanity!
Proud Turd! As you lie there in wait,..... a landmine to the unknowing, a danger to the non observant and the walking occupied, the naive and the partially sighted.
Proud Turd! lieing in the darkness of the unlit footpath, your prominence protected by the night yet insufficiently illuminated by the moonlight.
Proud Turd! You are a danger to the mobile electronic game playing younger generation and the wheelchairs, prams and walking frames of society.
Proud Turd! Your deceitfulness is complemented by the foul stench that engulfs your proximity and the cunning motive of your crafty existence.
Proud Turd! Your bombastic visual defiant statement of disregard that you project to the law abiding citizen of my neighbourhood. Oh what front!! What nerve!!
Proud Turd! The footprint on your edge almost maiming the sole of mankind, but no doubt has blighted the shoe of an innocent bystander.
Proud Turd! The discourteous curved smile of your ends as you look up into the heavens as your moistened mass is baked by the hot summers day sun.
Proud turd! As you shrink and crack on this hot summers day you emit a steam cast as a shadow making the invisible heatwaves a visual spectacle on the horizon of the sticky hot tarmac.
Proud Turd! You lure in the fly and the bugs into your dark and dreary lumpy wilderness spreading disease and pestulance creating a basis for the lowest of life's denominators.
Proud Turd! Oh your sole existence, bathing in the laziness of you self glorification. Oh how you could outclass and outshine many a politician!
Proud Turd! Oh how you should be rebuked for your foul scourge and smear on the pavement of Society. Yet what can be done?
Proud Turd! Oh how disgusting yet such a marvellous creation of art!
Oh well.... I wish I could have waited -I hope nobody saw me!
In future I will go before I leave in the morning!
Poetry by English War Veteran aged 98
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Written on 2006-06-27 at 14:52
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PROUD TURD!!
Proud Turd! As you lie there on the pavement with blatant arrogance.Proud Turd! A blot on the landscape a disgusting existence that cannot be denied. How can mother nature be so wholesome yet be so cruel to create you!
Proud Turd! Your entire existence is in defiance of law and order Oh the audacity of your vain confrontation with humanity!
Proud Turd! As you lie there in wait,..... a landmine to the unknowing, a danger to the non observant and the walking occupied, the naive and the partially sighted.
Proud Turd! lieing in the darkness of the unlit footpath, your prominence protected by the night yet insufficiently illuminated by the moonlight.
Proud Turd! You are a danger to the mobile electronic game playing younger generation and the wheelchairs, prams and walking frames of society.
Proud Turd! Your deceitfulness is complemented by the foul stench that engulfs your proximity and the cunning motive of your crafty existence.
Proud Turd! Your bombastic visual defiant statement of disregard that you project to the law abiding citizen of my neighbourhood. Oh what front!! What nerve!!
Proud Turd! The footprint on your edge almost maiming the sole of mankind, but no doubt has blighted the shoe of an innocent bystander.
Proud Turd! The discourteous curved smile of your ends as you look up into the heavens as your moistened mass is baked by the hot summers day sun.
Proud turd! As you shrink and crack on this hot summers day you emit a steam cast as a shadow making the invisible heatwaves a visual spectacle on the horizon of the sticky hot tarmac.
Proud Turd! You lure in the fly and the bugs into your dark and dreary lumpy wilderness spreading disease and pestulance creating a basis for the lowest of life's denominators.
Proud Turd! Oh your sole existence, bathing in the laziness of you self glorification. Oh how you could outclass and outshine many a politician!
Proud Turd! Oh how you should be rebuked for your foul scourge and smear on the pavement of Society. Yet what can be done?
Proud Turd! Oh how disgusting yet such a marvellous creation of art!
Oh well.... I wish I could have waited -I hope nobody saw me!
In future I will go before I leave in the morning!
Poetry by English War Veteran aged 98
Read 707 times
Written on 2006-06-27 at 14:52
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