Fun: The Pub With No Toilet Paper

He’s a rocker, a mod, a violent young youth, He bashes whoever he sees, While she is a mugger when the sun disappears, She’ll destroy, pretty much, both of your knees, And he says he’s gay so of course he has AIDS, Stay away, don’t infect us with “Qu##r”, Are words uttered by small panicking towns, The words that simple folk hear, And the sore jaws of the world explain it away, God’s will, a violent video game, The music made him do it, teenagers today, Shock jocks lead a moral crusade, But today the distrust is against something small, No vaccine, no drugs and no shots, Nothing to blame so people panic buy, Panic buying toilet paper from shops.