Police and art critics alike state it was a bad scene
Britain’s foremost Sunday painter, David Hockney
Who had been hoodwinking Los Angeles
and London galleries for years
with pretend Warhols
was found drowned in a pool of leftover paint
Some say it was meant to be a queer suicide
a masterpiece it ain’t claimed Met Police DCI John Constable
When Edward whipped it out,
It simply didn’t measure up
Three inches short of two wives made him a cuck
Thus he pretended to be a Jew,
Thought it would change his luck,
until word got out among the temple wives
That Gray was a lousy fuck’n pump,
They preferred Donald Trump
Cathy Newman spread her legs wide,
while the Sudanese terrorist lifted his kinfe towards the Sky
As he attempted to remove the head of a North Belfast Man
The BBC, and Channel 4, chimed right in with the Sky News Whore
Along with the flim flam man taking the piss from Number 10
They collectively agree to bring more migrants in
Knowing full well the Islamists will do it over and over again
As they collectively spit in the citizens’ face
Its an intolerable Goddamned disgrace.
Matthew O’Toole the weak kneed cunt, can punt
As Claire Hanna, and Mehdi Hassan pull their pants down
asking for calm while being fucked by the terrorist migrant man
Cathy Newman works her cunt into a far right fever pitch
while the Guaardian News fully backs the bitch.
PM Starmer in delusion speaks, he is weak
He wants to move on to the World Cup
Rather than discuss their immigration fuck up.
Let’s blame it on the algorithm, Tommy, and Elon Musk,
Rather than the Islamist Terrorists that are attacking us
The political class continues to fuck the nation up the ass
They are quite crass
Why is Hadi Alodid not swinging from a rope
Rather than the politicians giving migrants three hot meals, a luxury hotel room and the deep throat
Meanwhile Cathy Newman the Sky News Whore, masturbates in public and screams for more
Miriam at thirteen kicked G-d in the Teeth,
Stripped her clothes off and sucked off Karl Marx’s teet,
She picked the bacon from his beard,
Karl called it pork and maza, he was fucking wierd
Miriam kept the books dirty for the collective
at his invective
Bathing was optional, impure
Titties flopping wildly she mopped the dormitory floors
The smell was sordid, hereditary puss flowed from the sheets
As Soured milk flowed from old Karl’s teets
She spat in G-d’s face seeking solace with Bilal
She found it under Karl’s bed where it dripped the vile piss
She lapped it up like the wicked whores of Sodom and Gomorrah
She masturbated because not even the devil would fuck her
and Karl grew weary of her
They called for a priest,
she spat in his face and spun her head around
Twice, then thrice
Her neck was so twisted that scientist studied it for days
disgusted, they threw it away,
and classified it as an abortion
due to the distortion
At Hebrew school she stroked the Rabbis cock
in a dark closet she thought was locked
it was not, they were caught
it was covered up
there was no place to hide
but the other side
With the perturbation of equilibrium
She founded a feminist philosophy of delirium
that required cocaine and a bit of snuff
it was never enough
thus they shouted
and barked like mad dogs
and did not bath for weeks
the dormitory wreaked
The mad rabbi walked in
What is this sin?
He stripped bare naked and joined right in
Shall we begin?
He taught her can’t, Kant and cunt
He taught her that the Englishman liked to hunt
and turned them against the scream of hounds
it was profound
He introduced to her Wiesengrund, Freud, and Fromme and Nietzsche,
She picked Freud and cocaine
The rest she felt were cucks,
and she wanted to mad fuck,
she rolled cigarettes with the pages from the books of the others
and smoked their philosophy for weeks and drank cheap wine
and ate fish and chips and mushy peas
an odd cunt
Today, fifty years on she feasts on truffles and Foie gras having bargained a satisfactory agreement with capitalism
She still hates G-d but occasionally looks up to heaven
When she does the hairs on the back Moses’ neck stiffens at the fear of evil as the smell of sulfur rises up
From Berkley town to Harvard yard,
and the Cambridge Bridge of Sighs,
The expansion of the Elite-d class
is noted to be on the rise
Stanford grads, and Oxford lads
share a trait with those from Yale
a committee met and did select
the ones allowed to prevail
Remedial classes for English and Maths
were included in the plan
for previous years of mediocracy
had set them up to fail
A new generation of procreation
has now reproduced this DEI travail
Mechanically correct writing skills
were not at the top of the list
Two trophies per year, couselors, and nurses
produced this mindless bliss
Delusion, the underlying phenomenah,
defines this new Elite
Aside from historical inaccuracies learned,
they are deficient in Latin and Greek
Pitiful Petty Perturbances
they happen all the time
between those that want it for nothing
although it only costs a dime
You see it in McDonald’s
while standing in the burger line
Arguing over French Fries
its a total waste of time
So the next time you encounter one
and they steal your time
be kind enough to suggest to them it only costs a dime
On second thought….don’t do it….they might pull a gun on you…
Generals are tap dancing over at the Pentagon
Can’t you feel it?
Industrialists are projecting earnings in Virginia
Can’t you see it?
Politicians are shouting slogans up on Capital Hill
Can’t you hear it?
Stock brokers and bankers are adding up green bonuses
Can’t you smell it?
News barkers are pushing propaganda across the Potomac
Haven’t you read it?
The imaginary enemy is questioning the promise of democracy, having torn down that wall at the behest of America…
F%^k it then, let’s go to war!
It’ll only cost an arm and a leg…
Hurricane man battens down the hatch
Sandbagging his still for one more batch
The wind howls and the copper drips
When it hits 100 miles per hour, he’ll take a sip
When the squall blows through he won’t give a flip
Wakes up next morning floating atop his boat slip
Nothing like high winds blowing through ones hair
Living along the Gulf coast in rarified air
Waking to the sunrise without a care
How about a hot cup of coffee
You can drive, you can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl, Watch her twirl
Dig it the Road Rage Queen
Friday nights and the gas is low
Down on Broadway about to blow
Where they takeover the right intersections
You come burning rubbers by dozen
Looking for your first cousin
Cause he’s hard and lean
And when you get the chance
You are the Road Rage Queen
Young and mean, only seventeen
Road Rage Queen
Feel the beat from the entire street, oh yeah
You can jive, you can drive
Having the time of your life, ooh
See that girl, Watch that scene
Dig it, the Road Rage Queen
You’re a teaser, you turn them on
Leave them burning rubbers, then you’re gone
looking out for no other, you’re mad as hell
You’re in the mood for jail
’cause Daddy always pays your bail, oh yeah
And when you get the chance
You are the Road Rage Queen
Young and mean, only seventeen
Road Rage Queen
Feel the beat from the entire street, oh yeah
You can drive, you can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl, Watch her twirl
Dig it, the Road Rage Queen
Go ahead, scream at him!
Did you hear Rodriguez
Did you see him soar
over the Great Escarpment
In South Africa among the Boers
He was born in Detroit City
Sixto son of the Mexican immigrant man
Working hard in the burnt out houses
among the mafia, thieves, and whores
While over in the some distant world
a young Afrikkaner prepares for war
listening to Rodriguez
I Wonder if there’s more
Did you hear Rodriguez
Co-mitted Suicide
Set ablaze in Detroit City
No way man, I heard he’s still alive
So they bootlegged his albums
from the Land of the Kangaroo
Sent Columbo searching
Have you heard the news
By the time they found him
The humble man he cried
Somewhere up in heaven
God is still alive
So on that big jet airplane
He took that trip on faith
And discovered something quite amazing
At the entrance of the stadium gates
In front of him stood a throng of thousands
of fans he did not know
roaring like a pride of lions
welcoming him home
Now on August 6th, of the year 2023
just a couple of weeks ago
God sent a golden chariot down
Said Sixto, man let’s go
We’ll be stopping over in Cape Town
so you can do one more show
I shopped at Walmart when my dime was thin
Seven dollar eggs from a high falutin hen
I needed a bit of laundry soap
Damn
It’s priced higher than crack and coke
Highly distressed, I settled for a jug of wine
At $3.00 a bottle, it blew my mind
So I walked outside
and hopped in my big Mack truck
thinking the Walmart whore just might change my luck
for she only charges five for an all night f%^k
Fourteen Hours Ago,
She wandered off
She won’t be officially missing till 24
At least that’s what they tell me down at the POlice store
So I reckon I must wait a few hours more
They boarded ย NK833 in Detroit City,
for that last Spirited Flight,
Destined for history in Dallas, Texas,
it kicked off with the usual ho to toe fight,
Ho, yo ass is twice as big
as it oughta be,
Now, Sit yo fat ass back down,
before I cold slap you back to Tennessee!
Your skinny skank ass ain’t gonna do shit nigga!
Your man been tapp’n this fine black ass
cause he likes it bigga.
Well, Your man is laying stone cold dead
steam pressed by that big asss’d jelly roll
Shut da fuck up and sit yo ass back down,
fo dis Spirited bird about to ย go bye bye,
and when we land in Dallas Texas,
bitch, you gonna need a new glass eye!
Let’s fly!
Sarah Lucas finally got laid
when the donkey pulled out it brayed
and wiped off its ten foot Bienalle fellow
then licked Sarah’s misandrist pool of mellow yellow
Sarah Lucas finally got laid
when the donkey pulled out it brayed
another artistic monkey slayed
as Sarah licked its iron balls and prayed
Sarah Lucas finally got laid
when the donkey pulled out it brayed
I have more yellow than the other fellow
We’ll meet again some day
Sarah rolled over, pulled the cigarette of her arse and smoked
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