SELF HELP CODE

Searing words from angry Kurds, 
Like hairs off the back of Jesus.
I trusted your musty ass even though you fucking smell like curry.
And no, dirt is not attractive, neither is heavy reliance or allegiance to:

"THE SELF HELP CODE".   

Oh, "life is so rough", (laziness apparent), 
Oh, "But I am so tough", (weakness adherent)

"Come let me drown in the sorrows and pain of those I have known".
More intense than the limp wrist or the kiss in public,
A new code more perverse than the intolerance of the old one,
More rigid that Dad's mushy beer gut,
Yet looser than the lips of last year's wingnut.

All hail your peaceful assimilation into newfangled.com,
All hail your perseverance above and beyond your overbearing mom.

Snuffaluffagus dressed in the finest satin from Victoria's secret,
Sexier than a bathhub freshly vacated by Hell's angels.
Pierce your nipples with barbwire 
and wind it in one ear and out the other fuckface.

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