Just some fucking worms notice not,
We party in your shit and then rot.
That disgusting smell is sometimes us,
Sometimes our friend the group bacillus.
We are trendy, we are hot.
You know nothing about your shit,
Accept our heartfelt sympathy for it.
Humans are fools we know,
Just basic pimps for us or hoe.
There's no love even a bit.
In passing we've noticed your dangling balls,
Bad design for those prone to falls.
What happens if we get scissors one day,
Cut your balls and make you pray?
Or squish them on hard stone walls?
You're just a stupid habitat hotel,
Like a cheap ass rental hell.
If you fuck around too much,
We force you into a cripple's crutch.
We don't like you as you can tell.
