INHUMAN RACE

I don't like
The human race,
Obnoxious bastards
All over the place.
No manners, no class
No heirs and grace,
Total disregard for anybody
They spit in ones face.
The inhuman race,
These ignorant twats
No doubt spongers
And breed like rats,
A life of cigarettes
And meals full of transfats.
They should be neutered
Like mangy, flearidden cats.
So much mouth
Yet nothing worthwhile to say,
At everyone else's expense
They come out to play
Pushing and barging
To be front of the queue,
Nose deep in any trough
That's what they do.
The gross and oversized
Rambunctious yanks,
With their groaning plates
No surprise, they're built like tanks.
Also, the scowling
Council house Brits,
With no regard for other cultures
They get on ones tits.
So called Brazilian babe's
With their disdain and haughty air,
But I know the truth, to get here
You sold your child's hair.
The French and Scandinavians
With that, we're better than you look,
Carry on the catwalk pose ladies
No one gives a fuck.
Reverse baseball cap
Sunglasses on top of the head,
The need everyday
To have the same sunbed.
So holiday all inclusive
They're all over the place,
Then relax back and take a peek
At the horrible, inhuman race.

Phil Hall August 2015
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