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.
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