It was a tit that was hit, didn't like it,
Man-boobies always my pride.
But now I'm dying, I feel like crying,
And not a soul to confide.
I was beginning to piss, humming a hiss,
A childhood ritual I follow.
My lips were pursed, when an arrow disbursed,
Turned me into this bloody fellow.
The arrow, through my mortal marrow,
I'm stupidly staring at the silly sky.
A piercing pestiferous pain, surely I am slain,
I'll have to keel over and fucking die.
A burly guy, now quite surly sour,
I didn't at all deserve to die.
And with swinging balls, my mind recalls,
No one's going to cry.
I curse this land, fart where I stand,
May the killer suffocate on my gas.
Once in hell, I'll scream and yell,
And fuck this asshole's ass.
