Boring Into Bully Gates
Ever heard of a creep name'a bully gates?
The real snake eyed misb-egotton rake
Of death he quotes; and compiles notes
To paroxsyms erotic does his being shake?
Croons dead flat, pennys left; its eyes he'll take
Sickness he offers, and its spores with glee
He's not out to stop! any spread do see.'
He's pushing those drugs, some out of date.'
He has has his cronies, they're never mates.'
His aging mantra, does truly grate
Upon the senses, now we remonstrate'
The world as a whole's no longer gonn'a take
The putrid quackery; of this old, bully gates.'
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2022
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