A cunty poem
There is an asshole that lives on the hill
Tee lee, lee lee lee
Tee hee, hee hee hee
He does not drink cerveza or eat cured meats
Tee lee, lee lee lee
Tee hee, hee hee hee
He just wonders around like a fool
And tells you things about yourself he claims you don’t even know
He hasn’t asked you
He just “knows” where you are in the process
There is an asshole that lives on the hill
Tee lee, lee lee lee
Tee hee, hee hee hee
He is open and tolerant and caring
And manipulative and abusive and weak
Only some people have the true vulnerability
Only some people have the special sensitivity
Only some
Quite attractive people – quite weak people
But some people
The asshole, you “know”, the asshole that lives on the hill