Stan Stan Stan,
Pack up the moving van
From St Lou to L.A.
Always with your **** in your hand
Shave that ***** stache
You unkept goofy chap
Oh and give yourself a flush
You giant piece of crap
Lies a flying out your mouth like a nasty shart
The only time you're speaking truth is when you rip a ****
I will hold no grudge, when I'm in L.A. I'll buy you a Coke
Unless of course you pass away from Goodells *** you've choked

Mystic dreams washed in the sand
Life's waves crashing down on man
Deaths dear beloved cannot make this stand
Awaiting our fall.....
Joining those who've fallen down
Laid in waste, returned to the ground
Dust cries silent in that six foot mound
Awaiting His call.....

Kroenke you're a coward, a **** to say the least.
I bet if we shaved that ***** head we'd see the mark of the beast.
You lied just to get the Rams
Told us you were happy if they stay put.
Now that you got your way you ******* us in the ****.
A parade needs to find you.
A parade of rubber ***** that is.
But I think we'd all settle seeing you covered in your players ***.

She's been with men, she's done her trick.
She's always longed for a man who is nice and thick.
All she wants while on this earth
Is to be pleasured by a man with a 6 inch girth
She found a man  and what did she see
A man with 6 inch girth who happens to be me
You girls know this poem you want to like
But way deep down there is a fright
That the boys you date might find out
Bout this gifted man you dream about
So stand up ladies for what it's worth
And like this poem from the man of girth

Beauty laid upon her side
Barren to her toe
Engraved my mind as I met her
eyes and peeked into her soul
Fallen from grace hath thou become
my angel apart from me
Fast held to that engraving
only sight of her left to see
Like a vibrant flower during its elegant
springtime bloom
Love and time seemingly slip away
withering afar too soon