Just when you think that a person you know

Is all they proclaim and your friendship can grow

They suddenly turn and a crude side you see

You’re wondering. “Whoa, is it them or just me?”

They respond with a bruising right out of the blue

They deal you a low blow, which knocks you anew

Crass and perverted, their ugliness shows

In each grubby word writ in their graphic ‘sexpose’

You reel and recoil , filled with doubt and disgust

And what started out fine just dissolves into dust

The acquaintance you made, who you thought quite select

Now tainted and toxic ...They have no respect!