Retard

By Daniel Hein 

look at that little fucker over there

in his bright yellow jacket and dumb brown pants

and his worn-out shoes and his hand-me-down shirt.

what a fucking loser. i mean, look at him;

he keeps jumping up and down. is he dancing?

that’s so stupid. his glasses are broken,

courtesy of yours truly, and his speech is slurred,

and he doesn’t look you in the eye when he speaks,

and i think he watches shows for little girls,

and he pants are stained with piss. pfft.

what a fucking retard. AND WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE?

YOU STAND HERE EVERY DAY AND LOOK AT HIM

IN HIS BRIGHT YELLOW JACKET AND DUMB BROWN PANTS

AND HIS WORN-OUT SHOES AND HIS HAND-ME-DOWN SHIRT.

BUT LOOK AT YOU. YOUR JEANS ARE RIPPED TO SHREDS,

AND YOUR STUPID SHIRT - CANNIBAL CORPSE?

SO YOU SUPPORT EATING DEAD BODIES.

OR DO YOU JUST WANNA SAY “HEY, I LIKE DEATH METAL”

WITHOUT LOOKING THEM IN THE EYE WHEN YOU SPEAK?

I’D SHUT YOUR MOUTH IF I WAS YOU.

BECAUSE FOR ALL I KNOW, WELL, YOU’RE A RETARD TOO.