w. m. d. ”s does not mean weapons of mass destruction
But ! Women ! Men s destruction.
They attract you with their looks and charms
And bodies that will put you in “ self destruct”.
But to them that’s not enough.
They want to control your mind from
Now till the end of time.
Like a hamster in a play pen
With a beginning but no end.
You climb on that “spinning wheel of life”
And run like hell
While they watch and laugh
And ring that bell.
They are truly men s destruction !
And I think that’s the way it will always be.
(Ha-ha enjoy it women of the world)
From you, I don’t want to hear another word.
You say you wish to be like that yellow bird?
There it perches up in the banana tree.
Whenever it wants to, it can fly away freely.
Perhaps its latest mate just absconded from the nest.
Do you think he cares? He can choose among the rest.
You don’t know how good you’ve got it on this tropic isle.
You can be without a woman for just a short while.
Like the flowers in the jungle, women can be picked easily.
There are plenty of them out there for you and me.
Do not wish to be a bird; be thankful you’re a man.
You can attract women as well as any man can.
How cool would it be to be called "The Thing?"
I bet women would be all over me,
Since this nickname has a very nice ring
To it, and sends a message overtly.
Most women I know could not stop peaking,
If everything was massively large
And rock hard, in a matter of speaking,
Because they love a man who is in charge.
With durability and super strength,
I would be the most unstoppable force,
Being willing to go to any length
To complete my mission and stay on course.
There would be innuendo in my rhyme,
When I tell her, "It is clobbering time!"
Its halloween my favorite time of year.
Grown women running around half naked.
Makes me wanna awake the spirt and grab a beer.
Boy i wish my last nurse dressed like that.
My recovery would have been so much fun.
Oh please miss witch cast a spell on me and turn
me into your loving puddie cat.
oh miss sexy police women ya can handcuff me.
I'll go commit a crime just to be guilty.
Yes it's this goblins favorite time of year.
Where women dress like naugthy little vixens.
And instead of candy I hand out cheap pickup lines
and beer.
Boy that chicks hot but wait.
Didint I just see her in the guys restroom.
Doing something standing up straight.
Hey man whatcha going as hell who cares.
Im more interested in what your hot
wife wears.
From a sexy school girl to a smokin french maid.
It's like going to the worlds biggest strip club.
No cover charge need be paid.
Who cares bout Freddy and Jason and other worn out
monsters from the eighties.
Cause all i got say it halloween ladies.
I love all women as I love ice-cream,
Though not all flavors get my full esteem.
And while most shapes will get a winking plus,
I don't care for extra long radius.
The voices of women are the toping best;
Oh, melts in my mouth their emotive zest!
But the cherry up top that tops them all
Is the note of love for the logi-cal!
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