A rosey cheeked burly fat bas'tid lays awake at night,
Confused about his gender,
For see he has not seen his own one eyed Masonic willy winkles since the invisible World War,
What puts further doubt in his tum is that he has to put the toilet seat down,
And sit on it when he wees,
Like a lady with a unique laugh that has no friends,
And therefore can't share her unique laugh with others,
His left side of the brain remembers a saying that the right side of the brain used to preach,
Before it got shanked by a bully named T.V,
Be content with being discontent,
Never be content.
RadicalBoulevard
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