Saturday Observations

Hilarious insults are so rare in my hometown, where genes are pure the word is out that we don't share nor want an everlasting cure but funny thing, there is one kind of misfits whom you see around they stir up trouble and they find whatever slime lives on the ground. They use the crud to whet their lips and wonder why no human smiles and if you want some special tips you'd be so smart to travel miles and stay away from sloughed-off tissue even the Gods discard this scum they do not see a real issue they understand: Their time has come.