He was invasive vehement and crude
He dissed my brother whod just wound up dead
I grieved my brother bottomless tears shed
I grieved the sibling rivalry and feud
His gestures large his gazes low and lewd
I must admit he was a stud in bed
A psychic soul in dirty mind I read
A father figure somehow karma skewed
Nonsexual stuff the physical assault
Our furious father drew the line at rapes
He self anonymised the jackanapes
He struck us crooked like a lightning bolt
If ired I chuck the closest crockery
Its what we want in mutual mockery
Chorus - crockery earthenware porcelain
