Douche-bag

Douche-bags make me angry,
Douche-bags make me mad,
When I see what happened to the human race,
Douche-bags make me sad.

I see them in their flat peaks,
Their hoodie’s buttoned once,
But then I see the ass low trousers,
That make e’m look like c****.

They show no one respect,
The woman, or the old, 
No human could ever be as great,
As the mirror image, they behold.

These douche-bags that infest our age,
Are growing ever stronger,
They are the new age Nazi force,
Where difference is no longer.