Oh little birdie on the wall
Oh little bird with the mellifluous call
Why is that on my precious things you chose
To void you bowel’s and intestine juice
I leave my car out in the sun
To be covered in shit before you’re done
Your crap covers all that I hold dear
And you sit back and sing with cheer
Oh little birdie on the wall
Why can’t you use a bathroom stall?
No comments:
Post a Comment