The Jerk
In times of changes one switches gears in
A man just crapped inside the urnil
In time a janitor proceeds to take his slop bucket out
We close our eyes from all hidden fears then drench our tears in fetal vomit
Were dessensitized to the very notion of the client
So we keep quiet for fear of speculation
The Jerk
We fart then make a mad dash to the casino
Years ago squads of cheerleaders used to notice me,
Now today I'll just be happy to take a pee
The Jerk
We clone ourselves in the same image of Woody Allen then fall face down
Crying like a ***** of a baby on the side walk
The Jerk
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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