Asshole.
Thats your code name.
Don't bother with a disquise;
we know that you're the same.
You're muscle-y and beefy (oh yeah),
my mouth is spent.
You celebrate mardi gras,
but don't pay attention to lent.
I scan the back of the alumni magizines for OPC's.
I patiently await your name on the oh-be-2-are-ees.
I admit that I seethe when those I'm hating succeed,
But there is still laughter at thee.
Ha ha hee hee hee.
Hit men.
Thats an order.
To avoid a job with the assholes,
to amass ad time for the superbowl,
to avoid a job with the assholes,
these are ambitions.
Goals! Goals!
Are you feeling faint from that man kissing a man?
Pass out!
I wish your body were taller and the ground a little sharper than...
It is true?
No woman, nobody, right?
That's why you'll settle for a girlfriend that you don't even like.
