For Political Correctness' Sake

For political correctness' sake

let’s call them ‘underprivileged kids from broken homes’;

for correctness' sake,

let’s call them

scum

on shower walls.

In homes,

my home

your home.

Our scum.

I bought the ammonia,

I bought the vinegar,

I bought the borax scrub

the bacteria before it breeds.

We must kill the root to kill the weed

to burn and smoke.

Get high.

Snort it up off toilet seats

and remember

needles only hurt until we fly,

besides,

it only costs the money we don’t earn

from when we left our education

where we did not learn.

Then we moved into our one bed flats

With our many kids

From many dads

And there’s another one that’s on its way,

because condoms "just don't feel the same."

So pay out of your working wage

of which you earn each working day

because you chose the education.

Now, as reward, go feed the nation.

The breeders and the idly-bys.

Miss tracksuit and her many guys.

The bullies that there were in school.

The junkies, loiterers, the local fool.

For political correctness sake

let’s call them ‘underprivileged kids from broken homes’;

for correctness sake,

let’s call them, Scum.