Recreation is the demon
A slovenly con
My Serious Condition
People think they’ve got it bad
I was born with a horrible condition
So serious and debilitating
I’m afraid to leave the house
There’s no signs of a cure either
It’s called, WPA, or more commonly known as White Person Ass.
How do your pants stay up they say
A belt, asshole, my usual response
I know my pants never look good
I don’t need to ask for a second opinion
I tried butt lifting jeans but they slid right up. People asked what’s wrong with my neck
Yes it hurts when I sit
There’s no padding or cushion
And I try not get to excited because
If I’m ever on the edge of my seat
I end up on the floor.
I can’t dance.
It just looks like a praying mantis seizing.
I do squats, but as they say, you can’t build without materials.
No one ever mentions the junk in my trunk.
There’s big booty, round booty
Bubble butts, butts, butts, butts
But where’s the special category for no butt.
They call me:
Hey, Little boy
People don’t notice me
Please help me Dear Abby,
you’re my only hope
From Tighty Whitey, Wisconsin
I’ve rummaged through previously unfinished work with fresh eyes in an attempt to clear the clutter.