I am nasty and rotten to the core <br />they didn’t call me dodgy for nothing. <br />I run about and shout a lot; <br />recently I took lessons on how to be a bitch, <br />now they call me a son of one. <br />I can swear like a trooper, <br />but only when no one is around <br />after all I’m supposed to be a vicar <br />with a smiling frown. <br />Believe it or not this is the real me, <br />a hairy ape hanging around in a tree. <br />Some will dispute my claim, <br />but they don’t know me at all. <br />I’m really nasty and rotten to the core <br />that even my wrinkles <br />are afraid of me. <br /> <br /> <br />30 January 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-nasty-and-rotten-to-the-core/
