“Signs of the Times”

« Signs of the Times »

On the passage of a sausage
I looked for a message
See what the turds had to say
I had eaten lots of cabbage
No shortage of porridge
Even cottage cheese with curds and whey
Looking down at the baggage
Of this anal wreckage
There was fuck all else to say
Except to blame my marriage
And complete lack of courage
A poor excuse I know, but hey !

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