People clamp their mouths shut

Then demand for food

Through the corners of their lips

And think that they aren’t being rude

They spit onto the streets

Their tongues cut words into knives

The habitual mocking sneer

Disregard for other lives

They cuss so much

Their mouths crumble with dirt

The lack of soap to wash it out

As a muddy simper tries to flirt

They become hollowed-out

Their minds skint from starvation

The wild eyes flicker dim

Problems of their own creation

They reach out to grab you

Their skin paper thin

The veins bulging out

A mad leering grin

They hardly realise

Their blood sticks to their hair

The wound, where’d they get it?

Who knows from where

They stereotype and bully

Their default stuck on mean

The system’s wrecked and awful

People think it is pristine

People clamp their mouths shut

Then demand for food

Their behaviours are revolting

Honestly, it’s rude.