Fashion sense? A hit or miss?
Let’s cut our jeans, let’s take the piss.
The tightest trouser we can wear
So all can see our pubic hair
Let’s plaster make up thick as paint
Your skin can’t breathe but you’ll not faint
We’ll make our faces pale as fuck
And do that pout, you know..The Duck!
You clone yourselves on vacuous stars
That aren’t from Venus, but fucking Mars
Their sexual preference not quite known
Assign them genders? You’re on your own.
So fashion sense, a hit? A miss?
That’s right, you fluids take the piss
Thank fuck that most wont reproduce
You’ll all die out, so what’s the use??
“Oh ‘phobic’ man”, I hear you say.
I’m not, I was just born that way
You say that change is for the best
Well I won’t wear a white string vest
You Kiss the boys or kiss the girls,
Add drops of semen dressed as pearls
If love is what you try to find
Be nice to all, to all be kind.
So, call me names, I won’t complain
You think me wrong? I’ll take that blame.
But read about the free speech act
I AM a cunt! And that’s a fact.
Dec247h 