Far away, far away we live and breathe
Physically we cannot touch, reach or even sneeze
Yet uncannily we connect daily by brain waves,
Our thoughts are always aligned.
We combat those dangerous bobbits, knobheads, shitheads, and crapheads.
There’s always a prat, a rat, and a vindictive
It is their way; they need to compete by making another inactive.
They imagine an enemy, invent a problem, other antagonists,
It is their style, find a foe who is not their adversary, or nemesis,
Because they are scared of their own weaknesses.
We’ll always win by default, as oftentimes past
My most successful occasions
Has been from those of the same persuasions.
They piss off the boss
Or the ones they accost
Their venom and hatred,
Turns inwards unabated,
It is so amusing,
When they are fuming
Their will implodes
And their brain explodes!
