thor's burn

his wood is rotten, his word is crap
the carp in his heart have cancer for sap;
his hands are greedy, his mind a rake,
the people he swindles bring him dry box cake;
his cars are illegal, his manners more worse,
the sound of his crutch voice a shit smeared curse;
his ticker goes backwards in paddles of lard,
the rent is all due and terminally hard;
his houses are pictured in dilapidated's own journal,
the outhouse in hell more lush than his urinals;
his handshake a buzzer of nine thousand volts high,
the never seen lease is a pox in his side;
his money invalid, his teeth full of tears,
the broken glass treaty he trims with testical shears;
his slough full of hazard, his disturbance unlawful,
i'd rather live in a -----------------------------------------------

you get the fucking point right asshole?