I eat a rat, I always do that,
When I get stuck in a rut.
I bred some juicy pregnant ones,
And now they're all over my hut.
Winter will be here, my mind is very clear,
I know now the world is upside-down.
But be that as it may, I'm unable to say,
Why they say I'm just a surly clown.
This and many things, clearly stings,
Like a pointy cock on a super softy ass,
But overall I think, my piss won't stink,
If I pass the smell in my gas.
Stoicism my creed, nothing else I need,
Life is wearing a camouflage hat.
Fill my head with joy, give the rats soy,
That's really all there's to that.
