The Ultimit Insult

You snotty heap of rat droppings
You really make me sick
You have the face of a baboons arse
And the intelligence of a brick
You only have one brain cell
And that doesn't always work
Because its often unwell
Multitasking to you is like a conjurers trick
As a grown man you still don't want to learn to write
So for Christmas, I bought you I colouring book and crayons
Which brought to your small mind delight
When I asked you to go to the local shop for a loaf of bread
You came back with a tin of dog food and a single hens egg
You were sent to see a psychologist just to be assessed
You were told to never come back because you made her over-stressed 
I tried to abandon you outside a police station
With a label tied around your neck that read no return address
They brought him back to mine
And the police officers wherein a total mess
We sat you down in front of the TV to keep occupied
And we put the Teletubbies on to stimulate your brain
We were delighted when you said that you were going out
But we were terrified when you said that you would come to visit us again

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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