Stood on the shoulders of ancients.
Grifted all that could be had from the vacant.
Reaping what you didn’t sow.
Claiming victory against the innocent.
Falsifying knowledge you do not know.
Lining pockets with stolen pride.
Every action you take claims another life.
Get out before I break you to dust.
For too long you have been nothing but mistrust.
Scamming when you think eyes are averted.
You possess no decent penchant.
Just a sack of rotting meat.
And I want to see you days turn obsolete.
With a smile upon my lips,
I will sever your stupid trips.
Watch glory wither and die.
Feed your legacy to carrion birds who circle up high.
Gutter filth with a smile of ivory.
All because you lied to every-fucking-body.
Disgust is the shape you have taken so well.
Break before this world turns to a miserable hell.
Your days are numbered just like you.
Between your ears is festering brain stew.
Blunt from a lack of intelligent thought.
One of the few things that you can’t be bought.
Watch as your form continues to waste away.
Soon you will be forgotten and I know you will hate that intently.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 