Utterly destroy my arsehole.
I very much doubt there's going to be any positive response,
To dad's claims that he isn't a dangerous local nonce.
Mum: got no time for blokes with ‘tiddlers’
Dad: considered a wrongun by even other kid-fiddlers.
Do a poo in the 17th century out of your bum in the present day, archaeologically excavate it and then flush it down the toilet.
You used ignorance and brute force,
And never once a flicker of remorse.
You should have seen the state of the area from which mum fartres,
Following a post-mass anal-sesh in the car park of the cathedral at Chartres.
It's thin and it's shit, but it is immensely strong;
It's dad's poorly retrofitted carbon nanorod dong.
Become disappointingly partisan
On stink-stance: 'week-old-flan'.
It's as if mum was meant,
To spend her life in the gents.
Pass the sellotape,
My arsehole's agape.
Dad's latest excuse,
Is that he "just really likes child abuse".
