it isn't the milk of human kindness -
that's a different kind of milk seeping from your mother's vaginus.
Mum's stormed out the bogs in a fit of pique,
Because some chancer turned up with an undersized "prique."
Bogs-blokes are voting with their cox,
In mum's knackered old ballot box.
Pummel my shit-keg, cave it in, make it worse,
then force an acoustic rendition of something shit by Fred Durst.
Mum's quite high profile in contemporary porno magazines,
Dad's a 1970's gay porn has-been.
Mum's got vaginal carpal tunnel,
And a horrendous poo funnel.
In the spirit of completism,
Mum seeks to empty every last bogs-bloke entirely of their jism.
Mum's twat able to take just about any size member,
Her arsehole?
Well, that's a desensitisation chamber.
Dad's been rushed to A&E,
After ramming too much stuff up where he poo&wee.
Mum's got an enviably vast doom pit;
with low-end catering, a working men's club,
and of course, loads of shit.
