He won’te be sick too long
Just the time to reaccustom
To his own mediocrity
Loneliness and lack of prospects

And a world of people playing the overpolite and
Needlessly overfriendly with the gays
Just to parade around they’re not discriminating

And if he happens to say
Blind turd to the referee
He will surely get complaints

But the referee gives a toss
He’ll be sued just by Ron Moss
And the W.T.A.

He paints his skin white
Just to be noticed
And after the twenty-eighth ignored bait-post
Writes a nazi praise

Cos the sound of the notification
Is the only wee
Satisfacition in his life

And he hopes he can preserve
His genes by finding a twat
At most just before he dies