I’M TRYING TO WRITE A POEM, FAGGOT.
The second line is you suck.
The third line is shut the fuck,
Up. I’ll have you struck,
I’ll hit you with a truck,
Or a motorcycle.
Destroy you with a moped,
Rode by a midget black Mexican.
Blaxican.
So I must admit,
That what clogged your toilet,
Was my massive shit.
So fetch your plunger,
Feed your hunger,
Hungry no longer,
Satisfied monger.
I can’t believe,
This is not butter.
I’ve been deceived,
Toss it in the gutter.
To a homeless man,
Rode by a midget black Mexican.
Mexiger.
So here’s a number,
This is what I tell the plumber.
The calories in my chewing gum,
Higher than the protein in a gay man’s bum.
Don’t dull the knife with your thumb,
Stop acting dumb.
My children got to eat too.
For breakfast, chicken and waffles.
For lunch, chicken and waffles.
For dinner, waffles and chicken.
Who ate all the chicken and waffles?
The second line is you suck.
The third line is shut the fuck,
Up. I’ll have you struck,
I’ll hit you with a truck,
Or a motorcycle.
Destroy you with a moped,
Rode by a midget black Mexican.
Blaxican.
So I must admit,
That what clogged your toilet,
Was my massive shit.
So fetch your plunger,
Feed your hunger,
Hungry no longer,
Satisfied monger.
I can’t believe,
This is not butter.
I’ve been deceived,
Toss it in the gutter.
To a homeless man,
Rode by a midget black Mexican.
Mexiger.
So here’s a number,
This is what I tell the plumber.
The calories in my chewing gum,
Higher than the protein in a gay man’s bum.
Don’t dull the knife with your thumb,
Stop acting dumb.
My children got to eat too.
For breakfast, chicken and waffles.
For lunch, chicken and waffles.
For dinner, waffles and chicken.
Who ate all the chicken and waffles?
