Breed

Got no remorse And no empathy Close to the source Suck it, do not feel filthy Take it by force From unaware enmity But you can't recognize What is your prize Nothing! Nothing! Cheerily shout Your glaring lies They never doubt Even in front of their eyes There is a lout Putting on a guise But you can't recognize What is your prize Nothing! Nothing! Warped values are building goodwill Of members from your breed Hiding how much are you ill Man around do not heed Pushing the load up the hill Slides out 'cause of your greed Naively sucking until There is no blood to bleed To bleed!