The Devil Is In The Entrails

Some people have the guts to be rude.
They spill and spew on everything
And they're happy to include
You.
In their carnage.
Their misery is so
Crappy you can smell
The bad times coming.
They're not humming, no
They holler from the rooftops and
Lord help anyone who gets caught
In their putrid and not happy
Line of ire.
Barry