Wednesday, June 27, 2007

dear friends and comarades

bitches, bastards, saints and angels
all my dear friends and comrades
some who care for what people say
and some who don't for what they themselves are
as the blind men who felt around an elephant
and the elephant complained of molestation
it is wise to think before you speak of youre trepidations
who knows what your fears are
maybe your hunger for bread makes you go weak
or that the lack of sex makes you cranky
stop crying, whining of the world not being fare
remeber the time we were dining and you gobbled all the best fare
but bitches, bastards, saints and angels
i can't tell you how happy i am
for your company makes me realise
how saintly an asshole i am

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