A lapse in vigil landed me the lurch and limp
I slipped through skinniest bureaucratic crack
I didnt set out fully fledged as pimp
I made the most of knock I nailed the knack
I wield a walking stick to warn or whack
The simp and skank agreed at gentle prod
I bag the biggest share of money stack
The daddy mum I point tap shrug and nod
I prowl in patent leather slip ons shod
I shepherd skanks till little flirty groups
Ive got a spine of steel of screw and rod
Off centre sits the buckle stuck in loops
You misers say that massive margins suck
Id pitch you special rate on menstrual muck
Chorus suck draw quaff
