Face

Sarcasm is wasted on Tin men
With no brains

Why give my words
To those who don't believe in change
Those faces are shoved so far up asses
They think flowers and fertilizer smell the same
They glory in the place they planted their face

They don't even know
They are smeared in disgrace

They don't deserve
The time of day I am living in
Swine that tear wisdom
Whenever it is found
The types of fools
No one should be around