7 Sins

What use an alcoholic dad, unless you plan to write an autobiography?
Hodge. Podge. Kedgeree todge.
He drinks to disappoint himself they say.

The fattest men they smell the most. "Wash", I say, damn you.
Spit 'n' lick, beefburger prick
There is little more upsetting than watching the obese eat snackfoods.

A man who's manly and shagged everyone, including the barmaid, has a low opinion of himself inside
Cancerous crabstick his cankering cock
Oh why can't he form a stable relationship? that includes love by the way.

Bloke on the bus, he reads The Sun. Well, I say, 'reads', 'wallows-in' more like
Vile filth fills his mind as he moves his hands
Bet he likes to sunbathe in Ayia Napa and rape, whilst deploring asylum seekers.

Grass making you paranoid? Ciggies making you hack your lungs out, you dozy fool?
Ashen, limp-and-sour stiletto
Young blade, get out on the moors, walk and sup lemon tea.

The under-thirties are, on average, working harder for more disposable-income than ever before
Ill-gotten gains and filthy wad
Getting a hard-on at the thought of all that Kash?

Now you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder. Hard on the front, soft in between
Cock and bully, Billy-balls.
I wonder if an infection with yeast would make it rise again?