And Not Fatty Duck, Either
I say: Hey dude, you got some shit up here.
Answer: That’s my face, sir! Away the blue
people herd the cattle. Did Ghandi get
this crazy? The distance now known, I’m near
those who wait in darkness. Pray for those who
chose and oppose. Your T-zone won't forget.
We’ve seen the beads in gold, green and purple.
How sincere can be a self-imposed ban?
And only a saint could last forty days.
Close is time to make maple syrple.
They’ve got a message for the Action Man:
Quia pulvis es—how our pride allays.
Those non-glut-and-fast rotators ask: what
is a pączki? It’s a fucking doughnaught!
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