A little homage to those guys with their trouser crotches about their knees.
The prick who always masturbates:
an empty skull that resonates;
is on the razz with bastard-mates
displaying his Cro-Magnon traits.
With pick-up lines from toilet walls,
he baggy-pants the snooker halls
then Michael Jacksons both his balls
and slithers sly thru shopping malls.
Vodka-fuelled and seeking thrills;
a wallet full of unpaid bills –
a Jack-the-lad who’s pulling Jills
with crash-test dummy social skills.
Our piss-pot Romeo tries his luck
with breath to make a skunk up-chuck
the doe would like a raunchy buck
she doesn’t need this dribbling schmuck.
His sexist smut jokes fizz and phut:
in the ambience of Pizza Huts
then one last crack about her butt
is how he got the punch-line –
in the nuts.
(c) Paul D E Mitchell