Patriarch Paddycake Factory
Fresh fish, Fresh boys, Fresh units out the pressCustom made to wit opress, run the mills and tit obsess
How fresh!
See I was born within it, but can't live within it
So once for all I'm gonna suck this poison out and spit it
Cause if I ever would've known I'd see these last days of chivalry
I would've worn a thong instead of boxers and grown myself a pair of knockers
I'd soar on this pterodactyl wing to escape the aboringine rivalry
You figured you figured me easy right, one day I'm a little duckling, then turned wifebeater overnight
Dedicated Hugh Hefner fan, part of patriarchal Leviathan
Head of a shitpile like a sparetime Napoleon
Fuled by a legacy of manure and a hint of testosterone
How fresh!
But I'll grow out of that hatefever and teach my kids to respect the beaver
While I learn to straighten my back and cope with my wang
Ebroidered groundward glove, heradatory bloodied fang
New deal, big bang, lather the puzzlepieces gathered in a renewed yin and yang
Selfdefensive Joan of Arc and withdrawal gonethrough patriarch
off in two by twos to the Holy Arc
Now that's fresh!
Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-14 at 16:55
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