Shaking in Your Boots

And if I were to walk by

and brush your flanneled shoulder

with your preppy quaffed combed back slick black hairdo

and your lumpy pale face

with your hideous gauges on your disgusting ears

and your poser fetish-looking appearance

all of which make you seem like a retarded twerpy douche

which you have flawlessly proven yourself to

be.

And so

as I carelessly brush your shoulder flannel

lightly in passing

I would take great caution

in your lame and deft threats

"I'll knock your fucking teeth out if you touch me again, because I'm sick of you always touching me"

Well, 

thank you for noticing

my dear boy

what is obviously your sad delusion

for  I have never touched you much

in the past

or in the present

twas the first or second time

I think

which occurred today

And as far as your angry threats

Your instinctive reversion to violence as means of resolving a nonexistent conflict

Just prove your primitive ignorance

which plagues your very being

So whilst you stretch yourself and mutilate your walking corpse of a deformed body

and fancy yourself oh so SOPHISTICATED 

FAR superior to these brainless chimps who walk alongside you, surely...

You fail to accept your utter

primal

moronic

idiocy.

You bloody fucking nincompoop.

So please go sell your soul to the devil

and hang yourself

or SOMETHING

so this world can be rid of you 

and hopefully the rest of your scummy, inbred, slime-ridden filthbag bretherin

for everyone would be so much better without you.

So go ahead and knock my teeth out

CHAMP

SPORT

BUDDY

just cos' your daddy did it to you

doesn't mean its true...