Questionable Intelligence
So, my dear, ye think yer smart And yer life is a work of art But my darlin, yer wrong Like a man in a thong And smell like he would if he'd fart Yer IQ is that of a biscuit Yer sad, bitter and twisted Ye may have the science To prove me to silence But I have control of the fist...ed? My soul and my... Sign in to see full entry.