Friday, June 30, 2006

Twatology (That of Being a Twat)

My my, it must suck, that of being a twat.

The jerk of society whom all have forgot.

Ten times out of ten, he's upset and alone,

Seeing how all the others' smiles have so grown

Seeming to extend beyond the limits of their faces

At a show, at a film, or a day at the races.

People shout, people holler, they whoop and they cry

But the twat doesn't get it, the twat don't get why!

How come he no have fun?! How come he no like!?

Did he never once get to learn to a ride a bike?

Was this childhood robbery truly an unjust thing,

Or did Mr. Twatacular his own twatitude bring?

I suspect this is part of it, that it's all in his head,

"Twat standards, twat mores, I will twat till I'm dead!"

"They expect it of me, that I should be a twat!"

"I've established it now, twattage's all I've got!"

"I must speak in complexities that are far overwrought!"

"I must conjure up battles never meant to be fought!"

"I must kill, I must maim, the joy within this world!"

"Till they all feel like I do, every boy, every girl!"

"Then they'll all speak as I speak, they'll all be my friends!"

"Because that's all this old twat really wants, in the end!"

"Just acceptance, just someone to listen to him spin"

"Boring yarns, heavy verbage, in which nobody wins!"

"No, I take that back, screw you! I don't need your compassion!"

"This twat will defend Twatsburg to the very last bastion!"

"So you can't be my friend, that's right, you're out of luck!"

A twat can trust no one, so afraid he'll get fucked.

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