Musta Been Another Spell
I don’t remember nuttin’.
But what the heck, doc.
Check me out.
I’m okay. No damage.
Guess I fell off the bar stool.
Still, this ain’t right.
I should have a single room.
What’s up with this freaky
Fat ass grinning geek
Over in the corner?
Fool don’t even have a bed,
Just sits there on the floor.
Jesus, man, I think you’re sick.
How come you got no clothes?
Oh god, boy, don’t eat
Another turd. That’s gross.
Quit climbing up the wall
And rolling across the ceiling.
I can’t see how you manage to
Stay up there. Don’t drool, fool!
That’s nasty and it drips
Right down on me. Don’t do
That damn horse’s cock dance.
Quit jerkin’ off and shootin’
A jizz wad across the room.
How do nuts like you get in here?
How the hell do I get out?
Look here, you whistle dick moron.
I swear by Einstein’s glowing balls,
When I get this straight jacket off,
I’m gonna kick your ass.
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