Good for nowt, piss sodden, crapulent rat.
Wins again! A proper winner indeed.
Meow meow he went, kicking the cat.
Punching the chicken until his nose bleeds.
Sodden the matress, and he’s sodden the seats.
Puddled in mind laying damp on the floor.
Twice on the sofa and the shoes on his feet.
Robin you blind, forever wanting for more.
And more. Steal from the rich, give to the poor
addict. Mummy happy to be feeding
the habit. Yet still shouting, You Whore!
YOU BITCH! You know how sick she’s feeling?
Yet she loves you still, suffering and silent.
Forgiving you, even though you are violent.