This poem was written by a friend who asked me to post it anonymously for him.

"NEW BREED"

Pants around the knees, ass visible, dirty underpants, open shoe laces.
Cap skew on, floppy walk style, hole in clothes aint matter.
Geniuses in sex, crack, criminality, coolness – bogwash, can you build a fridge, bridge or a space shuttle?
Sit at table no manner just leave food fork and knife some how, maybe stuff a burger in face and say yeah cool ey.
Civilisation took 4 billion years to get where it was, now yeah cool ey and floppy walk?
Merkama whoever I don’t care, Afghanistan is their invention to encourage floppy walk and dirty restrooms.
We need a cleanup, education, manners and excellent products.
Away with the pushers on the stock exchange, railway station and police force.
Tax collector, you go collect at floppy, and don’t punish the hard-working.
Ambassadors of our daily lives are criminals and no-good unemployment scammers.
Jahve, Jesus, Buddha and you know em puts food on tables of families of hardworking men.
Some of them carry bombs.
You don’t see anything cock-eyed yet?
Come on, let’s fix it and get the job moving.
NOW!

© 2009 by Nobody Clinical