I once came for wisdom, informed that I was dumb.
And twice I came for a compassion
Yet was met with only rebuke.
So silent I became, and silent you remained
Thrice I begged your mercy,
And you gave only disgust.
Four times! I refuse to boast
And 5 more times,
you thrust your fists against the post,
Denying there ever was a ghost.
So in the funeral parlor I sit
Wrestling my Id to give a shit
This I notice the hairs are split!
Why should I ever quit?!
I will not miss him, not one bit…
For vengeance may be the Lord’s
But I shall not mince his words.
Alas, my battery powered Norelco hums to life…
The look of horror upon his wife.
When she leans down one to say goodbye…
To find, that Stupid Mustache is a lie.
Half a mustache is all she found,
Because being an asshole all around
Means no one will miss you when the cancer puts you down