Nicety's

He jingles the loose change,

he paces round the seat,

he looks with such deceit,

raping stares,

his hand is with his thing.

I hate the fact that I can't speak.

I hate the looks of all he drinks.

It seems like he just takes me in,

removing what he says is sin.

He moves around the worlds scenes.

He stands for what he sees in teens.

He shouts but never screams,

he troubles me.

Avoid him as a Plague!!

I hate his Play!

I hate his Way!

I hate him all the Fucking Day!

I hate him when he stays.

All they do is move on through,

the pain and agony,

never once did they say twice,

that was not very nice.

K.A.P.

5/9/2009