Lowest of the lowest of the lowest of the low,
quick to kick a boot into a loser they don’t know,
happenstance advantages repainted as a choice,
weaponised as put-downs in a condescending voice.
Dickheads with no character who measure and compare,
making out your value’s in the labels that you wear,
apt to paint a target on the ones down on their knees,
decoys for their ugliness in hope that no-one sees.