he rests enthroned on piles of waste. nfeeling like a dead fuck solvents runnning down his nosennsecret secretion. eying up girls with bad intents nscraping used chewing gum off the pavements during dayndealing with menstruation barbies at night nnkidnapped by green checkered alien communist spiesnhe always came back with a mouth full of lies,nof course he has his own version of the truth out there nthat cardiac pacemakers are islamic body bombsnnbest example that indoctrination is a state affair nis when bony fingers grab full hips of shabby goatsndad's dirty dark side hides in a bunch of plastic bagsnsuccessful ideas fly by like loud surprise boob poopsnnpack your bags, dad, leave to fight your fucking war!nbombs over bag- dad, bombs over bag-dadndo me a favour and come back dead!nbombs over bag- dad, bombs over bag- dad