Peace to Thirstin Howl, A. L., and
Wordsworth
My mother smoked crack I had a
Premature birth
I’m just a nerd cursed with badly
Disturbed nerves
Who wanna be the one to step up
And get served first
99% of aliens prefer
Earth
So I'm here to rule the planet,
Startin' with your turf
I hid a secret message inside of a
Word search
With smeared letters runnin'
Together in blurred spurts
I hang with male chauvinist pigs
And perverts
Who point water pistols at women
And squirt shirts
Been a bad boy since diapers and
Gerber's
My first words were bleep bleep and
Curse curse
Never had it and I still don’t
Deserve dirt
My breath still stinks and I’m on
My third cert
Yanking out my stitches, and hollering
"nurse nurse,
You said this shot would numb it,
Chick it just hurts worse"!
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