Stunted Vulture

Stunted vulture with foolish pride. Your septic culture - reason belied. Looking for scraps, you circle wide. Slink and squeeze to get inside. Squawk and croak, then run and hide with idiot brethren at your side. Your time is up, your tenure's end. Babble excuses, try to defend. Back pedal quickly into a wall. We grin as you complete your fall. I would gleefully taste the bile if the result was to purge this filth. Destroy all fascists without sympathy.