POEM - Part 2
The man who beat his woman.
Hunched in the corner,
Tears streaming down her face,
She's been beaten by El Synthol,
Yes he's a f*cking disgrace.
Nasser dear Nasser,
Oh what have you become,
Just another drug user,
A low-life abusive scum.
I call for an investigation,
Time to expose this evil man,
And when he is found guilty,
Throw him in the can.
Let him rot in a prison cell,
Just him and his gut,
And as he ponders his naval,
May he get reemed in the butt.
And when he gets aids,
All blistered and bruised,
Then he will understand,
The meaing of 'used'.
For so many women,
Who he robbed of their youth,
An aids ridden Nasser,
Is an answer in truth.
With festering sores,
And nasty angry blisters,
You will rue the day,
That you beat on my sisters.
Your screams of 'No More',
As you get slammed in your hole,
Taking a Fag's sewer pipe,
While you suck a Trannies pole.
-To be continued.