contribution to society
the grumpy nursery rhyme.
old haggard bastard,
sit drunk on a stool by plastic bubbled drool,
smile by the money tree,
you can't grow old as,
old as me.
thy hair be pubic to my eyes,
and your gel like sperm gone to waste,
if your shoes be small like ants,
your pea-pea be smaller than your feet.
thy glasses put microscopes to shame,
and thy brain capacity baffles einstein,
and if thee be witty as thyself call,
will it thy tongue be sleazy like an old pimps' cock.
thy stature is like Goliath's left testicle,
even then it be mocking such great balls,
and if thy taste in music be brilliant like the sun,
it should then be the sun as dry as is thy scalp.
and if everyday thee be walking on small feet,
it should then mean thee need more time to cover thy distance,
of course thy speed be comparable to a sloth on crack,
then whence thee have sex, it be as romantic,
as a snail that wanks.
father hell, thee be commissioned to be dumb,
be it thy luck, have thee mind be as thick as cum,
and should all thee have is thee grandchildren to play with,
it make sense if thee offsprings are all adopted.
if thy wife be a china doll,
and her womb be an orphanage,
thy love life be so sweet,
to take such great care of thy wife so silent.
once thee be able to accept,
my own selection for thy work,
i just might be a tad more kind,
and give thee credit for trying.
one last bit before i leave thee be,
thee always be late like a sloth's ejaculation,
although it could just be, they fuck faster than they walk,
but ignorance is bliss,
and thee should be thankful,
be thankful.
