I’m A Better Poet Than You–Fucking Fact Mate!

One lump,
Or two,
Of cocaine,
In your brew?

Brain hemorrhage.
Why isn’t dressage,
Pronounced dressij?
You have one new message.

Message one:
Uncle John.
Solomón Rondón.
Forever on,
And on,
And on,
And Ariston.

Drink your clam juice.
Slack and loose.
My neck’s in your noose;
Let’s call a truce.
Say the score is deuce.

Ungrateful brat!
Daft little twat!
Fingered a cat,
Punched a bat,
Put on a hat,
Called your mam fat.

Stop and think.
Take a drink.
I’m into kink,
And wearing mink.
Two in the pink,
One in the stink.

Abortion.
Haha…