Arseholes

I am just so dam angry so I lock myself away

Fearing repercussions for the things that I might say.

The next time that some wanker cuts me off on the road

I will see red and mark my words I will explode.

The world is just so selfish, common courtesy is dead

A man parked in two bays, off with his fucken head.

I am just so tired of people as arrogant as can be

I can no longer let arseholes walk over me.

And I know reaction will not likely set me free

Taking my frustration out on someone just like me

Then he will lock himself away angry and in pain

Then one day he snaps and leaves scores of people slain

And good people still exist but they are under a shroud

Unseen and stampeded by the arsehole crowd

A small house, fence and family and acres of ground

So we will live in peace with no arseholes around.