YouTube Hit

One cold winter night,
Pete was shivering, covered by a cardboard shack.
He heard some screams, felt a fright.
A bottle hit him hard, flames covered his back.
He ran in pain, smashed into a car,
Rolled on the ground and started to pray.
He felt the kicks, the sharp crowbar…
As lifelessness crept in he heard a young voice say:
«Gonna film you
While we beat you.
We don’t want you, scum.
We hate you.»
When in school the other day
Something happened that would change a teacher’s life.
A kid he’d failed had something to say,
Walked up to him holding a big fat knife.
He managed to get out the door
And started running down the hall.
Some other kids brought him to the floor
And whispered as they pushed him up against the wall:
«Gonna film you
While we beat you.
We don’t want you, scum.
We hate you.»
Granny Jones came out of the store.
A motorbike made a roaring sound.
A kid heckled her, called her a whore,
Stole her grocery bags and kicked her to the ground.
These videos all were YouTube hits.
They cater to our society.
Our inner demons, our deepest pits,
Help us revel in such notoriety.
«Gonna film you
While we beat you.
We don’t want you, scum.
We hate you.»