doth hate yourself hoe,
for an ass with mind is still an ass
flaunting about the property of knowlege,
like every little gasp, saves you from laughing stock
ass
doth Bring yourself justification
for beeing such an ass'
and though you seem a bitch,
my lady your still a lass
So bring to me the right kind,
of liquid, intoxicating
and sit back and smile, as i lie here,
procrastinating