Ho !
They sting
Piles
They bleed
We shouldn't have
Eaten up so many
Of these pointy
Red things on tiny trees
Our insides are
A sack of misery
Our assholes weren't ready
For this much agony
Ho ! Tried to cure them by eating many things
They sting Honey, lemons, mushrooms and even grit
Piles Tried to wash 'em, scratch em and pierce
They bleed Nothing worked for me, they're a part of me now
You've got to live with it
There is no cure
Ho ! We shouldn't have eaten up so many
They sting Of these pointy red things on tiny trees
Piles Our insides are a sack of misery
They bleed Our assholes weren't fit for this agony
Ho !
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