GOOD RIDDANCE

You look like Steve Buscemi on a heroine binge,
Your famous twitching tushi goes down on the Grinch.
Stop feeling up my waffles and my awful stench,
You'll never make an impact sitting on the bench.

Wives and hookers secretly plot to stop the cops from killing Koch,
To vindicate your ass and shrink it secretly you squat and squat.
Good riddance to the thievery and Thursday nights of J and D,
Good riddance to no Rolling Rock and latency of latex socks.

And why'd I kiss your favorite dangling blonde upon the public stage,
I rage at accusations that define me with a strangling cage.
I'll find your niche and say go fish and piss upon your friends from Tisch,
And in the end I bend and shave the parts that make you ticklish.

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