My main goal = your arsehole.
Newly recruited bog-blokes are encouraged not to tarry
As it prevents other blokes from giving it to Mum ‘up the Gary’
Dad's got a lot on his plate,
Mainly shit and piss - and it doesn't taste great.
Mum's invited a few ladies around for lunch,
Yep, she's a fully paid up member of the munch-bunch.
Mum features regularly,
In "Dog-Shit Sex Monthly."
Mum's in the loos,
Getting ploughed by "low-IQs."
Dad's standing in the election as a single issue candidate,
For nonce's rights to publicly masturbate.
At Bogs-Slut Conference '24, mum's keynote speech extols the virtues,
Of willy-doubles, otherwise known as "taking a fews."
Your Dad doesn't lack taste or feeling.
All the while I was banging him he sipped Darjeeling.
Mum's embalmed,
In the bodily fluids of "hands that farmed."
