The customer from Hell

Your breath smells of Rancid butter
You've got a face no mother could love
Complements these words I utter
You're a slimy brainless thug
With Your paedophile beard
And your warn out monkey suit
And a personality about as interesting as a game of trivial pursuit
You're a general anesetic You make me wanna sleep
Your wife left you at the alter
Now you spend your days shagging sheep
You make me wanna take prozac
and gauge out my eyes
I would rather watch paint dry
Than listen to your lies
You're a never ending nightmare
You drink shandy and listen to Sting
You're a festering putrid parasite
You remind me of the Thing
You're a morning without any coffee
And a pub without any drink
You're a root canal at the dentist
You make me drown myself in the sink
So next time you see me
Remember these words which I spoke
Heres your Cappuccino
And I hope you fucking choke