There once was a totally wasted sloth named Erk.
He decided he wanted to learn how to twerk.
We told him it was dumb,
But he was drunk on ***,
So died trying when he fell to his death out of the tree although it was okay because he always was a ****.

You're a hard nailed woman
All those years etched into your face
No more qualms to erk your living
No more lies
You'll meet your saving grace

Lost your innocence
As soon as you greeted
Lost the will
To want it back
Now you sit here on a cool damp night
Waiting for a train to meet your track
And I wonder
What will become of you
This old woman
Eating someone else's trash

I work hard, hardly work, hard's the work, they be smoking that **** until they heart burst, in the hard murks, the devil is lurking his heart hurts, looking too hard though hollows will rip your hard shirt, and they out, Erk! Back to the beach with no certs, where they don't perk, surf, and treat girl for what they are worth, the world has allot of Kurts but Casanovas just overworked, Three-time felonies and them Athens that go to church, plus police make it worst "protect and serve" it's more like "protect and survive" cause they shooting first and it seems "blacks" are the ones that decriminalize. (Through our eyes)
It's Hard.