How to be a Horribly Wicked Bird

There once was a bird, so wicked, so vile,

Her name was Turd, and she schemed with a smile.

I watched her ways, the rules of the game

and learnt how to use cruelty and shame.

Keep a high school mentality, never outgrow,

Life is a contest always make sure they know.

Every win is a throne, every loss is a scar,

Step on their necks, remind them who you are.

If you hate someone, don’t do it alone,

Racism works throw sticks, throw stones.

Mock how they look, their body, their skin,

Let them drown while you smirk and grin.

If you can’t be mean, find those who can,

Build up a pack with a master plan.

Whisper, manipulate, spread the disease,

Turn kindness to fear, make cruelty a breeze.

Spy on the weak, attack from all sides,

Let others strike while you sit back and hide.

Make them crumble, make them break,

No one escapes when the wolves are awake.

Stay in your pond, don’t you dare to explore,

A frog in a well should dream of no more.

If you own a business, you own the whole world,

You’re everyone’s boss make them bow, make them whirl.

Be a diva, untouchable, cold,

Wrapped in designer, heart blackened and cold.

Cheap in your mind, but your clothes hide the trash bin,

You may shine on the outside, but rot from within.