How doth thou wake with an aching need? For femmes and games and **** loads of ****? To he who dost appreciate the weight of a lass As spindly and petite with one hell of an ***? Dost thou think for a mo... That the only love felt tis that of a *** Thou wast the only one left in the bar With an overdose of E and a fool hearty scar Nay my dear boy as one could only believe A fuckboi thou art, and a fuckboi thou'll be