I'll pinch-toss that lackey,
I'll drop-kick that knave,
Though lazed in his efforts,
He's little more than a slave.
A turn-key for hire.
I find my bile rise
At Hypocrites' dementia,
So I'll smile my good-byes.
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
I'll pinch-toss that lackey,
I'll drop-kick that knave,
Though lazed in his efforts,
He's little more than a slave.
A turn-key for hire.
I find my bile rise
At Hypocrites' dementia,
So I'll smile my good-byes.
There's an initial title switcheroo
(don't want to be ****** save its need)
Finding a new job, thank God.
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