Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Roasting The Roasters (Using Gasoline)

A bully is never a friend

Unless you subtract the "n"

Blacken the vocal chords

So insults turn them to crisp

No more cheap thrills for the fecalphiliac

Who now has to eat their own

Surprisingly, they can be more full of shit

Than they already were

Now the excuses are buried

No longer able to be the aphrodisiac they crave

But yes, they can still ignore you

(Words unsaid are worse then the ribbing)

But know that when those eyes look at you

Judging like a perv behind block robes

You can put coins in those bottomless holes

Right before you splatter the nothingness behind them

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