But For Us And Them
Call me a quack
But don't turn your back
Until you can feel the syringe
It comes to a point
When I can anoint
This creaky and rusty old hinge
Call me a jerk
'Cause I drive a Merc
Until you feel the lack
The poisoned affront
Of a piggish grunt
Contemptible, stupid and slack
Call me a simp
Not a wimp or a gimp
Unless you're in search of a bruise
Smack on the nose
With rubbery hose
What have you got there to lose?
| Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, N, F. |
| Poem finished: | 19th September 2004 by F. |