Dirty In Their Pits. Misfits Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They now are found,
Down, down, down, down...
In their pits of pity.
Down, down, down, down, down...
On the ground and gritty.
Dirty in their pits.
Misfits.

Haters who can't seem to wake up,
From their own doings.
Haters who believe they're owed,
To have a hand out giving...
Benefitting an ease of living.

Haters who can't seem to shake,
Away from capers.
Haters who made to create,
Their undertakings.
Undertakings that trapped them to be their own bait!

They now are found,
Down, down, down, down...
In their pits of pity.
Down, down, down, down, down...
On the ground and gritty.
Dirty in their pits.
Haters having fits.

Down, down, down, down, down...
Haters who are found,
Deep in misdeeds.
Down, down, down, down, down...
Dirty in their pits. Misfits.