With a mouth like an asshole, my diction is foul,
But that shit's alright, I wink.
When you're a penguin in suit and tie, it's the sky,
Is all you ever have to think.
It's really not right, to start a fight,
When what's the point already.
We the assholes have putrid souls,
That's good till eternity.
I just shit from my mouth, a turd,
And quickly concealed it under my files.
The smell is bad, a problem so sad,
That I sit near a window near the roof tiles.
And when I get a chance I throw it out,
The tiles are heavy with poop.
If the roof collapses, it will on,
A restaurant for gourmet soup.
