H.J. Shreeve (26/5/1987 / Hobart, Tasmania)
I Hate Sports
don't care which overpaid asshole wins.
Hundreds of thousands a year to kick a ball.
Thousands of children die each day,
starving, disease, rape, murder.
14 year old girl sells her ass on Thai streets,
4 old men for a meal, ride home.
Broken walls, no mattress, pissed stained rug to sleep on and a thin blanket.
Golfer sleeps on Tibetan silk.
Footballer, wife and mistress in fine jewellry.
Cyclist and dope fiend.
Cricket player likes Thai girls.
Thai girl watches sport.
I hate sports.
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