My family youd found of small import
Yourself youve got a lot of hurt to hide
If personally distant decent sport
My lowly loneliness you plumb inside
You know the drill the door is open wide
Upon me lay your glorious blame and guilt
I give the pledge to pleasure free of pride
Inside my scabbard slide your sword to hilt
I love our beer and mead the slur and lilt
And death of poo infesting parasites
Toast end to empires let the flora wilt
The barren earth an end to anal blights
The ugly folk at pool they peer and cry
Tears break reflections oddly prettify
Chorus cry bawl weep
