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A Fresh Worm In My Stale Rat

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I had a reflective moment.
(not in a mirror I mean)


Johnny once a fresh turd
Sparkle in the sun, wait for the rain
There he was, waxing most absurd
I'm not treading there again

Honest John now lying rodent
Wet cement soft, so soft
Make boots, hard cement
Drop into deep from high aloft

Johnny so malignant
More growth than we can endure
Into the ground we plant
A man of most rooted stature

This is the debt that John built
An account now overdrawn
Built rhymes with guilt
Why was it ever born?

This is the luck that John sold
Sit quiet and sad, escape burden of sin
Our pizzas are stale, our longings are old
Spew up your hope into a tin

Non-core John is tired and rotten
Our tears been dry many a week
It's better liked than forgotten
Let us all paddle up his creek

Oh Johnny, so tired but very shifty
Hoping by now to have gladdened
You been dead since you were fifty
You soon gone, but we not saddened

Dirty old John is worn and vile
Wisdom is not to be sly
A grin is not a smile
Why does freshly cut onion make me cry?

John is ancient and John is thick
If he were only a mote in the eye of time
Poke his eye with a pointed stick
Surely good, and not a crime

Behold the national non-core runt
Born with a prick
Becomes full-time cunt
If he gets back - kill me, kill me quick!



Comments (3)add comment

Unregistered said:

You just wait until you become old, stupid, and corrupt just like John is. I don't know why you people are so cruel to Jesus-loving John. Jesus loves John, and that is good enough for me!
(although Jesus loves Kevin also - too confusing sometimes)
- Doreen of Dulwich Hill (Jesus, please help my confused mind)
June 10, 2007

Ricardovitz said:

John Howardites v. The Anarcho-Socialists?

Who will win? Who will lose? How will the Anarcho-Socialists fight? Do the John Howardites have the balls to fight?

It makes no nevermind to me - I just want front-row tickets to the Main Event.
June 11, 2007

Mr Normal said:

We don't shoot each other here Ricky. The only killing we do is lynching of abos, (well we get the people most suited for that type of job to do that, the police)

Otherwise we gave up acting like savages a long time ago.
June 11, 2007

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