The Miserable Hell that is My Violent Life,* When will balding Kirk
Douglas coldly lurk rugless? Each morning I awake to being poorly
tail beaten like the cast of T.N.G. beat sorely Wil Wheaton. You say
my arm'll heal quicker than a rib'll as I sit in mud to eat Alpo kibble
In Walter Disney's World on Queer Pride Day, I slept like Porky Pig
yet while at black mass with gay Catholics, I porked like sleepy pig
It is the time nearin' to mourn tearfully Macao's adorable Kitty Ting
by roastin' 1,900 sparrow sputzies in Bethlehem Steel's **** dumps,
like I am **** hole Pittsburgh's most famous beer-guzzling ***** king
A **** sees without the logical assistance of unsighted rods & cones 'cause she ain't learned to appreciate the music of gimp Busta Jones
whose queer stunts brought pooftas down at Mucho Defiance Town
that is west of Puget Sound, made hotter by the polar bear fur gown
with the moose-tail train that has earned internationalistical renown