I don't drink beer - this Homer's drink.
I write this with black bile, not ink.
I weave rhymes like a karakurt.
Karate, bitch, I'll knock you out.
I drink your tears like English tea.
Bitch, I'm who you're afraid to be.
Long tentacles, call me Squidward.
I am myself no matter what.
I'm a condemned clown, kiss my ass.
Your sober life is second class.
You are grandma's dusty sideboard.
You're empty as a pot, I'm bored.
You don't care who plays with your toy,
You don't mind even if it's Troye.
You tasted the forbidden fruit,
Which left stains on your birthday suit.
04.04.2024