shout them
murmur them
moan about them
in an impure manner
there aint to treetop high enuff
aint no trenchy foot enuff
to keep me from not giving a shit
dont work any harder
keep your mind on old horseshit
your things are only available on order
sniff another's bit
your bowel movements are riveting
to somebody outside your ken
but personne that swept your electoral collage
could be our very own hun sen
those tired attempts at rhyme
these exhausted beliefs out of thyme
only spouting the leafless chime
cannot deny the big bad slime
(you know it)
sleepless, feckless and senseless
pointless, smelly and daft
your tales only serve
to define your smarmy craft
please do break on through
the other side is a pit of shite
you will always be welcome
in this den of purest, saintly fucking night
tell us another tale
your nobility will shine through
nasty brutish and short
'tis hardest to bang in the last clou
do string him up
that paragon of bling
wind back the clock of lies
make that naked torso sting
hard times are never over
trouble can make in my arse
still im looking forward
to a long fucking nasty fucking piece of verbiage that can never be parsed
fuck you
and your big decisions
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