Xylo the Loser
Xylo, you love to eat the paper,
with your green tongue
lapping up every loose crumb
So xylophilous of you ...
The more paper you have,
the more there is to chew
Such a total loser,
with a jelly potbelly, are you
Xylo, you say you hate losers,
but that’s what you are
If winning makes a person sober,
then you’re stone drunk under the bar
So I guess you must hate yourself a lot,
putting all your poker chips in the wrong pot
Laying all your money on the losing side;
thinking them hate rebels gonna get it right,
this time gonna win the fight
No way ... squashed them bushwhackers in the ground,
gave them another thorough Union pound
To bad you bet heavy
on a double dog Confederate dare,
‘cause the only gray that’s winning is in my hair
Xylo, you’re such a loser ...
loving that counterfeit Confederate paper so —
take another big bite,
served up right ... with some Dixie crow
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