Why do I have to settle for one girl?
Why can’t I have all the women in the world?
Why do I have to work a 7:00 to 3:30?
Why can’t I be given free money?
Mirror, mirror over there
In the corner mysteriously aware
Like a giant eye ever watching
Reflecting back what you see
But what you think is what ponders me
I'm sick of that,
I'm sick of this,
I'm bored with life it's fucking shit,
the ugly people,
the workshy gits,
no longer can I handle it,
it's just so.... Dull.
The pisspot parliament,
The bills aren't paid. The mailman's late. The newspaper is stuck on the roof. The snow and ice are blocking the driveway. The dogs were fighting all night. The telephone has no dial-tone.
He, the young gold medalist
the brilliant, student protagonist
an orator, words were his charm
girls where after him, after his words
such a guy, where the dictionary
was dancing on his tongue
Based on my fixation with one of my Temptations,
I am going to increase my daily quota of mental masturbation.
If you'd like, please make a donation.
My favorite place for masturbation
When I left the hood I thought I left the roaches for good
But I was surprising wrong
One day I came home to my apartment in saw them surprising strong
Sometimes I wonder, how I became a cartoonist
But it is nice like popcorn, feels easy to digest
I love doing this, yummy, crunchy, funny ones
Describing people with curves, quick lines
