Posted On: | 2007-11-10 20:07:51 |
You gloat you're God's Given Gift we can't grasp
When your mind's a pea as big as your cock
Harvest a hue just as blue as your past
To get your fictional groupies to flock
Pretending your too-common wings have bled
You spread your cancer-weed tail instead
Tell me, will that cocky strut of yours last
When they pluck out the feathers from your ass?