Seven wise men with knowledge so fine,
Created a p*ssy to their design.

I can't think of a poem.
All filled with rhymes.

A padded cell for one friend
A padded cell for two

My boss is such a stupid prat,
I think I'll go buy him a hat,

You don't look like you do on your MySpace page,
Twice the size and twice the stated age.

A game should be in the Olympics
Because of her huge statistics

Every Wednesday unravels in the same heartbreaking,
Self kicking, pulse racing, frustrating

Hear me hear me
Children of every age and size

Hear, Hear
Lets call Obama to the stand

The bride's a skank,
The groom's a punk.