Wispy beard of inglenook;
Drowned in sorrowful glances.
A bike from Halfords,
Got a puncture.
For fuck’s sake!
Up to your elbow,
In cunt juice.
Get the gist.
Have you got it?
Nice tits.
Finger me,
With your cock.
Just because,
I get bummed a lot,
Off men,
Doesn’t mean I’m,
A fudge packer.
Ha-weeeeeeeee!
Gimp.
Season your chips,
With dried shit flakes.
Shit with sugar on.
A haddock.
An anvil.
A pair of nknkinckers.
Dyslexic cunt!
Pubes.
Player One continue?
Or chicken out,
Like the chicken shit,
We all know you are?
Purrit in th’laaaaarrrrder!
Larder.
Larder.