Another kinetic poem for the woodmaster...
ZIP ZAP
Zip zap, shut your trap,
Before I give your face a slap.
Don't try to shovel me your crap,
I'm tryin' to find your brain, you sap!
Zip zap, why you wear clothes from The Gap?
You, with your stupid baseball cap,
Backwards like a freakin' spinal tap,
Just close your god-forsaken flap!
Zip zap, you crazy on crack?
Well, just give yourself another whack.
Now look watcha gone done Jack,
The Man gonna give you a world o' flack!
Zip zap, you stupid runt,
You're nothin' but a muscle-bound, weasel c**t,
Eating Wheaties with a knife that's blunt,
While here I am, just tryin' to punt!
Zip zap, you queen of pap,
Mebbe you need a very long nap,
With your nose buried in your lap,
It's enough to make cryin' clowns clap!
Zip zap, the ants have won.
They're havin' their day in the sun.
Squashin' them has lost its fun.
Guess that means that I am done!
Zip zap.
Zip.
Zap.
Hey you... Yeah, YOU, Pal... Close your f**kin' trap!!!!
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