The blur is just a part of the bite.
Pictures are rendering me in spite.
Not a view I ever wished to hold.
Too bad, too late you were not good or bold.
Practice words and see if they fit.
Five, four, A, B, C; I’m sick of it.
Break these chains; here I come.
Blind, deaf, called stupid and dumb.
Professional haters, you are but a disease.
Spouting and disastrous, you do as you please.
Picture truth then glue the lie.
Make all the innocent run and cry.
Finger points cause why not prevail.
Thread through the needle to tip the scale.
Venture deep to dig up crows.
Sit them along the wall in rows.
Damning are the stares they give.
With those looks you force me to live.
Professional haters, you are but a disease.
Spouting and disastrous, you do as you please.
But why are you always being this way?
I don’t understand why you love to pick on me.
DId I do something that I don’t recall?
Make you ask: what gives him the gall?
Haven’t a clue but I would like to know.
Give me something before the snow.
It’s not that hard I wouldn’t think.
There has to be a reason you push me to the brink.
Speak it now and let it be known.
I’ll stand here and be silent as stone.
Just tell me please I beg of you.
Why is it that you hold this view?
You want to hear why?
I simply do not like you guy.
Opinions on every little thing.
And no solutions do you ever bring.
Preach and speak oh so sweet.
Makes me want to chew concrete.
I see the hurt right in your eyes.
Yeah that’s right, it is you I despise.
Professional haters, you are but a disease.
Spouting and disastrous, you do as you please.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 