Steroids
You’ve got roids
I wouldn’t use that
make you annoyed
why choose that
You think you’re better
as you get bigger
bulging with water
oh what a blinger
You’re as strong as before
and clearly less clever
now a coward been hypnotised
lack power when hit the guys
Appearing bigger and thick
as you square up all slick
yet fail to figure quick
as you carry on long lip
Go on then give him a lick
he's scared he's quiet
with muscles real no trick
powerful to scar in a riot
punch after punch felt
lose the tussle fluid muscle
block out you're disillusional
definitely a deluded fool
those steroids look a weasel
no pause the paws pummel
lack strength and crumble
now you're done for
Using roids like a puss cat
stop and you deflate flat
a pathetic boy and just that
the beaten fighter looks a prat
Pick on real men you get beat
boys on steroids are mentally weak
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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