Well the money's running low
and I got to go.

I met some gals,
I met  the bros.

I sang my tune,
I'll  let you know.

I'm not the kind of Shit,
To let you go.
I love the worse of the trouble makers,
I fuck the whores and ass pick their mothers.

I am a fucker with no where to go.
I am an asshole, who blends in like hell.

If my presence stinks up your world,
Then my balls take to the challenge.

There are few poets who are worth my time.
There is less time, for the poet.