Cruel

I know you were one of those kids,
Who ripped the legs off spiders.
You'd tell your girlfriend sweet nothings,
To get your dick inside her.
You'd trap wasps in a glass,
Not for your own protection,
But because you were an ass!
And you liked feeling BIG.

A few years later.
Prank calls.
Bricks through windows.
A few thefts.

But when that lady collapsed from
a spasming fit;
You ran away,
Because it made you feel like shit.
Knowing you were what you were.
Cruel.

Now you're in prison.
When you become somebody's bitch,
Ask yourself if what there doing
is cruel.
Because you obviously never asked
YOURSELF.