Eric Badly-Trousered
    thought he should duck the war
    that maddening sponge-head spongers
    had dragged up on the shore
    Why should he remove the thorn
    [self-inflicted] in the paw
    of the angry loser losers
    with their feet jammed in the door
    pushing all in front aside
    with rotting tooth and claw
    while claiming to be put-upon
    with their irrational whingey roar?
    Why should Badly-Trousered
    use his personally nurtured oar
    to row the bullied and the sad
    carefully back to shore?
    Why should he clean up the mess
    that they’d left on the floor?
    No, Eric Badly-Trousered
    would step around the poor
    and leave them in his trousered wake
    as he went back for more.

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