Incorrigible Sinner
His name fills us with fright;
We won't forget his crime;
We can't forgive him this time;
We distrust him day and night.
We view him with disgust
We hold him in contempt
He did something unjust.
He quartered a bee.
Incorrigible sinner!
His hunger does not move us;
May his body grow thinner!
He quartered a bee.
What this man did is not fair;
This libidinous blackguard
deserves the electric chair.
He quartered a bee.
Childish, menefreghista,
and conceited. It irks us
that such a maggot exists.
He quartered a bee.
We well knew: If he carvest
a bee, he will not be free.
He could've been smartest.
He quartered a bee.
He's not the person you want to be.
He quartered a bee.
Copyright © Ivo Cos | Year Posted 2014
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