Who cares if I frustrate you 

Who cares if I frustrate, if you hate me or despise me.

Who cares if you throw insults attempting to deride me.

I’ve been on the outside for such a long time, having to live with societies pious trite crimes.

When I was eight you were threatening Star Wars, Had to wait for half a decade for a computer game “Balance of power”, to stave against you bores. In 83 you plunged us go-gaddedly into war, later on you were happy to denounce terrorists…. Oh but wait only those who disagreed your lore.

A woman prime minister promoting women as ogle material, you are supile vampiristic, decrepit overtures.

Food bank queues and arthritis in a fourteen year old whose parents couldn’t afford them new shoes, I was bullied for how others voted, for how others felt, I only accept the life lead a suffering governmental child abuse.


I do not accept you, you are not my friends, and through ignorance your ears you never would to me lend.


You are thick pig headed, purile sapphoristic, I could only hope, wish and pray to achieve radioactive verse to direct at you ballistic.


You Don’t even count my vote, you’re nasty repugnant misfits, imposing a way after life resulting in 76% of the population viewing you an afterthought, the most powerful people in the land are on dragons den the disgusting ignorant disprasic.


Free market is the cry, the cry of the free market; privateer, an excuse to ignore the populace, to invoke slavery via prerogative


Waste my money and then demand more, you are King John from the Tales of Robin hood, you are tales of depravity from days of yore.


I stand against you for all my days, for you would take what precious little we have and then raze, our country with fracking scars, our living standards, our humanity, you kick the disabled, you are depravity of the soul, incredibly unproductive hyperbole.




Adriana Spalinky 



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