A MOCKERY OF THEM ALL/THE ELITE AND RECLUSIVE RESTRICTIVE AND TOO GOOD FOR THEMSELVES

Inspired by Cock-a-doodle doo by Mother Goose.

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

He had no notion of how to function his game was three leg useless lost before he started any play at all

Imagine that his dame lost a shoe up his sorry pitiful fucking propelling boring ass

Everyday this one of old socks mold thought he still had a fire in banked twas nothing but cold coals of loser’s thrust was all there is

Obviously true the dance of a good sexual interlude evaded the moronic processes of a brain of folds of poorly dissected matriculated wasted thought

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

Amazing is it now he wanted his dame to help with his pitiful problem of thrust hard ejection

Thinking long hard she said tell your dad to show you how to fine tune your fiddle if it won’t ride straight up as arrow wanted

Being an ass of desperate straits he looked and gazed at pussy of class way to refined knowledge than his dejected rejected one thrust whore who said that was great because no one else would have because she was green and fresh as stank air and without shoe she dances a jig for naught but to have a man

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

After love of suck his dame said a man is better than none Poor Felicia she snubs them all and says keep the inadequate to yourself for his stick is not his treasure if you know the clue for he feels it all the time to assure prowess of not

Sing ahah ahah ahah ahah he thinks he is the shit and now he knows he is not the refined but a rat of gutter with twins copies of all shades that bespeaks respects as a world no one needs least of a decent woman in distress

Fukaroo Fukaroo Fukaroo Fukaroo is the game about any can have shit load of lies that lies that lies gathered in hunting bunch they do they do saying I own I own I own she be with who I say I say I say

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

Great balls of fire not but your dame will dance with you even a clean fresh woman looks askance at the spite driven male female and says “sssshhhiiittt” I don’t think so master your pitiful fiddle stick which equal to self

Clean to Clean fresh to fresh race to race similar age to age for S.H.I.T. is eons long every syllable drawn out million miles long and meaning the twist the way it should become always

By
Felicia McCaw