Oh, after you, my pet, and I really mean you here,
no feign will be tolerated as you’re addressing me,
yeah, you heard right, at least we all hope you did,
honestly, nobody knows if you’re the discussion though,
so, keep that in mind, whenever you come across it.
Ha, as short as my genitals, I presume to snap things back,
since you certainly ain’t the only one authorized to play,
while this makeshift army of yours starts creeping forward,
ready to fume over those trusted banks you’ve collected,
a record every year, spreading the wealth between friends.
Right, except you won’t, and haven’t been once you began,
sick, ill, crazy, wicked, or however you choose for today,
bending our language to squeeze within your stale illiteracy,
to feel brave driving a prick through a dozing rival’s head,
all one-upmanship, until the very last disposal of excrement.
Please yourself, I can actually hear yours warning you as a girl,
none of it seemed to pass by those dyed and gnarled leavings,
for da shame, where there ain’t no forgiveness allowed, sorry,
lifting your pink party dress to your father’s lower branches,
now, is that about disgusting enough, or do I get another roll?
Got it, dregs in residence, don’t challenge with my uppity ass,
eking out a way around, yet I’m supposed to believe I’m free,
come on, let’s jerk my broken skeleton into your ring to hump,
hand everyone a commemorative tooth providing sloppy seconds,
sprained your fingers on the program, but I’m culpable for errors.
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