The Wee B*stard Poem by Jeremiah Crane
The Wee B*stard
'How do you do? ' what do I care?
I couldn't give a sh*t.
I'm five foot two and have no hair,
no charm, good looks nor wit.
I grump throughout the day and when
I play it's with your mind.
Spread lies around the town and then
I make your life a grind.
But one day past when I was blue,
cried help but no-one came.
I'd got at last what I was due.
Myself, alone to blame.
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