Thompson & Thompson—& Thompson & Thompson

Backstabbers,
Stabbing you everywhere,
Except the back.
Crazy, eh?

Pro-Palestine,
Or Pro-Israel?
Honestly,
They can both,
Fuck off frankly 🤷🏼‍♂️
And so can anyone,
Who thinks one cause,
Is just,
And the other evil.

Mongs!

Discourse.
Discharge.
Discombobulate.
Disc Jockey.
Le Disc Jockey.

En dansant dans un club,
Comme d’habitude.
J’ai aperçu à travers,
Le fumigène,
Le regard du disc-jockey.
Nos yeux se sont,
rencontré seulement un instant.
Mais depuis, je suis,
tout feu tout flamme.

Nope!
I did not copy/paste,
The lyrics from the,
1997 trance track,
‘Le Disc Jockey’ by Encore.
Anyone who insinuates such,
Shall hear from my solicitor!

ENCORE UNE FOIS!

Bangin’ set o’ tits!
Hairy toes.
David Dickinson’s testes.
Strawberry jam,
On toast.

Zut alors!

I’m Here–To Piss You Off

As a wise man,
Once said:
Nom de Dieu,
de putain de bordel,
de merde de saloperie,
de connard d’enculé,
de ta mère.

Salary desired:
Three million dollars…
Cash!

Testicles on toast.
And Marmite.
Shut it, you spacker!

A shout out,
To all you queers:
You disgust me!
Eeeuuuuugh!
What possesses a man,
To want to put,
His mouth on,
Another man’s shitter?

Prejudice,
Is fun,
Because there’s,
FUCK ALL,
You can do,
About it!

Dykes,
Can piss off too.