Rough hued people

Scabby folk in their shabby yolk stained frock
Or moth devoured jeans and moth colour hair
A brood of squawking malicious eyed gremlin
-children jostling dirty-beggars at their side
A code of shuffle-walking and work at the Docks
working class shysters groomed to ill perfection
with all the charm of a persistent infection

Concerned with crap TV and slap the kids
so they grow up imperfect slammed their kids
Against a common backdrop of slop; the not cream of the crop
Kick a ball, brick appal through a window of slum
in creased sickly smelling shellsuits and white trainers
They desecrate desperately seeking Boozin'
cars to jack and ransack chips to throw at betters
who they sneer at and annoy like flea covered ape
swinging in a zoo where the people stand and gape

'Spare any change love'(no-abusive then),they shove their filthy
self
into the realm of wonder, beauty, intellect and wow
They disgusting bull, they a soured aged cow
smelling of off milk and off licence and lice
crawling over their denims they pester for money surplus
I would sooner toss my pennies into a heaving river
than pass these coins to drunked-up foul undersized eels
who spend money on fags, meths and shoot ups in loos

Repulsive stagnant pools of piss, vomit and s****
guaranteed to upchuck after 30 beers and a lad's night
Flanked by squealing missies in belt skirts so unpretty
gold brassy adornments encircle limbs flabby untrim
Brassy bleach highlights and laddered tights white chipped shoe
spending their shop girl wages on white rum and low booze
sporting a grey patch over the eye a punch from their guy
for not attending to his corkscrew, bitch, in their horrid fly

Brain absent, is not there. Instead 'tis empty parking space
one lane for posh scent one lane for dosh well spent well 'ard
hard faced bitch, f****** witch, Rock Face ungrace low placed
accentuate with a lovely tar tan the shade of All Bran all brown
White clothes s**** bows tan hose nose into other's lives
hard bitten wretched kitten befitting death by repeated hitting
with a club they frequent gaggle of girls rude crude s*******
on anything lovely, delightful and youthful, kind and true
These girls were made for forking spearing harpooning
like the 'men' beast accompaniment to the tough old slappers
Professionally thick, sick and total yick, flat faced kippers
stink of stink bulby heads crass harass no class chewed slippers

Amble shamble cock eyed stare come too close don't dare
Many in the North West, Wirral is equal to weirdoes
an assortment, a delight, choc box of soft headed nuts
with stumpy legs short arse arseholes no soul sluts
fag in mouth and buggy in front chastising their ill brood
whilst the bald headed husband visits the local to get slewed
Tanked up on testosterone, a drooling slobbery disaster
dribbling baby style in checked shirt uber vile skin is pasty
pasta
moaning about their team and phoning sex lines at same time

Sit by you on public transport-always common man
stare at me irritatingly gratingly their eyeballs should be
grated
shredded into particles and disposed in a crushing mill
with their Mc Donalds nasty cheapness and fast rude smirk
10p men, worth zilch really, want a feely want to annoy
like vermin pigeon in identikit flocks unbearable cack boys
baseball capped, all have the clap, claptrap need a slap slap
My mum offered to hit them all once with a metal chisel
Throw 'em suttee style on a blaze and watch them sizzle

Put one arm out as if holding an imaginary lady
and can't sit or look still for less than a microcosm second
all jump and chump chimps scratting their pride and balls
scatter their seed their smelly odorous beads of reproduction
More fodder more impure diseased sods
Who mistakenly believe they actually are Ultimo gods.