Corner Crash, Karma Smash

A lesson for the foolish


He hits girls
She kicks blacks
You call wheelchair gauntframes “spacks”
You homosmash
You lesbocull
Jeer “dyslexic mongchild goto Hull”

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But on motorised biwheel crunch your face
And smash your limbs across the place
Brainknock knasty now you 7-year-old
Is mental age you slowly told
By pitying parentage
Wheel you round and round
Adult drool from mouth to ground
Mental stupor
Now want kill own brain
By gunn or raizor or under trayne
But limbs no worky
Nor brain 2 proper
Eva since u came a-croppa

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Poor old childe
Inn adult bodi
Wishing you would not now think sow shoddy
But friends remark
With shake of head
And secret contempt and wish you dead
“Your fault, your fault,
For speed dash cool”
Now object of own ridicule