To snigger, to smirk
to punch him
down to the dirt
To chuckle, to grin
to beat, stamp,
kick in
To giggle, with glee
the bones now
crunching and snapped
So happy you are
you sadistic, drunk pack
To mock, and belittle
just a couple more kicks
Some spit on the face
then you’re off
no disgrace
The laughter rings loud
as you run through
the street
Another nameless slaughter
to add to your sheet
Kicked to death
but murder it isn’t
Not enough satisfaction
to see you imprisoned..
No Tall Stories 
March 8th, 2013 at 4:14 am
Is it just me, or are there shades of ‘Clockwork Orange’ in this…?