Scumbags Poem by simon daniel

I don't have to write of scumbags
I don't have to talk or think
of slumdogs' wagging tongues
or the slumgods' staring bloodshot eyes

They're creatures of this evil world
Infesting nooks and crannies.

Looking around,
casting their nets
For unwary passers-by
Pulling the rug from beneath

Familiar in private
Scorn and deride in public
Spread the rumour,
B a c k b i t e

Frolic and gossip -
For that's the surest way
To cut people down to size

'Xcept the one you cannot meet -
Direct, face to face,
The Almighty invincible holy God!