Knock You About

Who’ll be the thief the piece of meat

So the pawn in the game the fodder to blame

Do you still have some pride as in excrement lie

Are you just rank and file remember to smile

Shall I knock you about like cricket bats out

If you play the game then you they won’t blame

Your self-loathing creeps and into me seeps

If I knock you about should I fill you with doubt

Shall I mourn your decline with a glass of red wine

Should I feel some remorse as you follow your course

Should I keep my mouth shut as your throat you cut

As you slide down and in excrement drown