I've got perverted minds feeling me up from below,
look dear, for you, nothing but my anger grows
leave you Roe-ing down shits creek, so paddle Doe
cast away quick, from under circling crows.
Living in Noah's bestiality ark with Does and Sows
whining retarded oinks looking for the salted blows
and I'm supposed to be embarrassed 'cos I can't take these loads
throw you overboard for a useful, w, anchor to search for roads
and turn this game of debauched Poker into Origami, like fuck it, I fold.