An Ode to the Odious
By Hannah Rachael Hudd, 2021
So, tell me dear devil, when will you die?
I eagerly await your timely demise.
You evil, abusive, ugly beast, with a venomous touch and a putrid kiss.
A slimy, repugnant, shameless monster,
you gorge, in hordes, on innocent prey.
Drug, manipulate, rape and play, as you secretly film and snap, snap away.
Sharing your trophies and catches on-line, for your kind to devour, cruelty sublime.
Perverse and ice-cold, entirely devoid
of compassion, humanity,
accountability.
Anonymous cowards, ripping and clicking,
tearing and sharing.
Bodies and souls, trashed at will,
you carelessly torment, torture and kill.
Flesh consumed and dignity scorched,
lives torched by your vile, insatiable lust.
To abuse and amuse for you, is a must,
to alleviate boredom and compensate lack.
You delusional, "cool, virile crack".
Pathetic and sweaty, hiding behind screens.
Your hobby, pastime, banter, and fun,
is what makes you the most repulsive of scum.
Your victims would run, if they knew the true you,
So you shame and humiliate to drown out the screams
of crushing insecurities and unachievable dreams.
Panting and laughing you desperately try,
to hush the whimpering, snivelling cry,
of your limp personalities,
overwhelming inadequacies,
nasty, viscous, malicious, spite.
You’re weak and tragic and I almost pity you,
Almost I say, because you know, not quite.
I’ve tried to understand, and forgive and forget,
but you just don’t deserve it, so revenge you’ll beget.
The clock is ticking, and the bell will soon toll.
So, enjoy the feast and make yourselves FAT, because slaughter is coming, and we’ll all drink to that!
Hannah Rachael Hudd 
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