Shall I consign thee to a Hydro Pit[tm]?
Thou art so lame and prone to irritate:
Poor spelling spoils thy daring shots of wit,
And try'st and fail'st thy member to inflate;
Sometimes thou waxest scatological,
And seldom is thy manic laughter dimm'd;
And fear of nature loomest overall,
And linewraps from thy characters untrimm'd:
But thy eternal whining shall not fade
Nor lose thy sense of homophobia,
Till Paveworld's[tm] asphalt has thee in its shade,
And Pavers[tm] can unharried quaff our beer;
So long as men can drive or eyes can see,
You're Listed[tm], pal, and that's the end of thee.