Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Shucked Corn




Here, here!
Where is I?
Is I here?
Is I near?
Can eye hear?
No, eye cant hear!

A lot will happen this year.
Peel off yer dild and listen to the wind,
When the posers come to copy,
They will wither like a paper copy of a human.

When the losers come down on us,
We will clap and applaud at their efford,
And then fart in their general direction.
We will shuck them like corn,
And corn-hole them like a fuck.

When the people come and say we cant,
We will step on them like ants.
But we will not step on real ants,
Because they are useful in the ecosystem.

When the poop eaters come near,
We will drown them in beer.
When the small minds come around,
And drown in their own pee,
Because for some reason they cant aim,
What a physiological shame!
Cant find their dick!
Then they should sit and piss!
But keep it off the floor, mother fucker!
This isnt 1854...

Join the mental and technological shift!
Dont get stuck desk-warming like a stupid shit.
Its the new millenium,
Information age,
Were passing you by,
While youre camped in front of the TV wondering why.

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