Malignant and uncouth,
old and youth,
many disenfranchised people,
in the high streets and the pubs,
yes, there are those who often have much to crow about,
and I wish they would get it into their heads,
that these words of malcontent that they spread,
are of no good to the world,
no good at all,
for what is the point of them all,
for they are only bitter and vicious,
and oh, how you spit out them all,
and how you scream, and you shout,
and rant and you rave,
at anyone, whose opinions differ from yours,
on your latest drunken crusade,
because you find others’ opinions such a bore,
yes, I wish these malcontended types,
would get it into their heads,
these near do wells whose words of malcontent,
are no good to the world,
and after a couple of seconds,
I quickly choose not to suffer them anymore,
because I am no fool,
and you are certainly no vocabularist,
no vocabularist at all,
and your words are bland and empty and meaningless,
and I wonder have you never read a dictionary before, because I am sure,
with your words you have bored people to death before,
yes, I am sure, you have bored people to death before.
