He Swears He Is Thirtween
HE SWEARS HE IS THIRTWEEN
My worst enemy is a m*****r f*****g fool
He’d get killed in a one man duel
He’s thinks he’s coming but he’s really going
Yet he keeps the Jack with a beer back flowing
He wakes up at dawn and swears it’s the night
He knows wrong, but has no idea about right
He’s a subversive I’d like to submerse in the sea
He’s so ignorant he pays for things that are given away for free
This man’s I.Q. is equal to the temperature in his room
And he doesn’t recognize the difference between delight and doom
How this fool makes it from day to day I really can’t say
I only know that somehow he gets through each day
The man is ignorant and does the stupidest things I’ve ever seen
And from what I understand it’s been like that since he turned thirteen
The moron really doesn’t recognize the difference between a bull and a bee
Oh, and one more thing………….. that moron is me
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Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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