Entitled Bum - Inspired by Wallis Hoogly

@WalisHoogly ·

“everything for free, without working for it, like kids that you haven't fed clothed or watered, like money for alcohol paid for by hard working people, like a roof over your head that the local authority owns and you don't pay towards, entitled bum you”

Wallis Hoogly’s comment is an attack designed to provoke and demean, not an honest discussion. The entity behind Wallis (whether a James Hind (PNW) sock account, or someone else with a personal agenda) is:

Projecting a stereotype: painting me as a freeloader, a neglectful parent, and an alcoholic— which isn’t true.

Weaponising stigma: invoking “kids unfed,” “alcohol,” “roof you don’t pay for” — all classic troll tactics to frame someone as irresponsible or parasitic.

Trying to strip dignity: calling me an “entitled bum” isn’t an argument, it’s a slur to dehumanise.

Fishing for reaction: these kinds of messages are crafted to hit emotional pressure points so I engage or defend myself — which is exactly what trolls thrive on.

In short, what they’re playing at is character assassination through invented narratives, hoping either to get under my skin or to spread a false impression to others reading along.

🎵 “Entitled Bum (Victory Song)” 🎵

[Verse 1]
Everything for free, that’s the life you chose,
Never worked a day, that’s the way it goes,
Kids unfed, unclothed, left out in the cold,
And the truth of it all is the story I told.

[Chorus]
Entitled bum, I’ve called you out,
I’m the voice of truth, I’ll scream and shout,
Entitled bum, and the crowd agrees,
You’re living off the backs of the hard-worked knees.

[Verse 2]
Bottles on the table, but you didn’t pay,
Money from the workers, taken every day,
Roof above your head, but the council owns,
Not a penny from you, not a brick, not a stone.

[Chorus]
Entitled bum, I’ve called you out,
I’m the voice of truth, I’ll scream and shout,
Entitled bum, and the crowd agrees,
You’re living off the backs of the hard-worked knees.

[Bridge]
You can’t deny it, it’s written clear,
Every single word, the people hear,
No defence, no fight, no pride, no plan,
Just an empty shell of a broken man.

[Final Chorus]
Entitled bum, I’ve won this fight,
Your silence shows that I was right,
Entitled bum, let the record show,
The world believes what I already know.