| Sonnet #3 by Amalek Hekdesh His name is phil His fat will spill Over his pants This is my rant Now he starts To lose his smarts But what is the truth Is that he's uncouth Dirty, Disgusting, Horrible Obese, Unbearably Smelly And an awful human being There is only one cure Present him with a razor And show him a movie Royal Tenenbaums will do And now I end This ode to Phil Won't someone please Kill the fucking cock-licking son of a slut bitch ass whore Skank wad And please when you're done Give a message to god I think you're gay and Oh yeah, I screwed your mother six ways from wednesday |