Tiny men,
With tiny hands,
Their tiny minds,
Can’t understand.
Tiny pricks,
With tiny dicks,
Spewing hate,
Just to get their kicks.
They strut around,
Acting so tough,
But deep inside,
It’s never enough.
Tiny men,
With fragile pride,
Building walls,
To hide inside.
They talk big,
But their words are small,
Trying to conquer,
Yet destined to fall.
