Slivers

A couple of punk dunkers wanted to sweeten their tea pot because they felt so bitter about their ignorance. So what did they do? The same thing they did every day - they sweet peed in their own tea pot.
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Are your eyes haunted by their own fascism? Respect the public with shades.
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Is the popester a gropester? Don't drop your soap sir.
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Oh (gee) oh pea heart
Upsetting your own tea cart
Inciting fear at every mart
Aping one line for your one part
Never making it to start
Oh (gee) oh pea heart.
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Oh (gee) oh pea brain
Our country's shame and stain
Causing America such pain
Come up from your drain
You have nothing to gain
Oh (gee) oh pea brain.
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I took the doctor's $10.00 worth of empathy and stored it on top of my middle finger.
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The pope, a fallen away christian, keeps putting the same question into his gossip drawers of pettiness: Where's my lucre? Where's my lucre?
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Pontifical buffoonery and jerkitude
Get some shades, hide your trivial lurkitude.
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You Ain't Just Para Sailin' and her trick bag of dead weight broke glass every chance they got. They were very proud of that fact. The 49th state was grateful they never cracked open any glaciers. Maybe they whispered up there.