Swat at the man-fly,
Make him run.
Swat him away from your garbage,
Where he disturbs your debauchery.
Swat at the man-fly with annoyance,
For he pesters you.
Let's see you squash him.
Mash him to the floor,
Ooze his green insides out,
Bring him to his knees,
Bring death to this man-fly,
While rage cakes your face,
Wish for his timely end.
But the great spawning pool,
In your backyard,
Is filled with larvae,
And your pogrom has only begun.
1 comment:
You should sing this like cannibal corpse. oi ya ya!!
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