SHIRKING HER LOBOTOMY
Ingrid fears the day she faces,
Ingrid stops to tie her laces,
Ingrid loves the men she maces,
Ingrid whips herself with vases.
Never been to far from her bed,
Never gone inside her head,
Wait until her brain is dead,
Maybe then she'll forget Ted.
Ted abhors the working class,
Ted won't miss his Sunday mass,
Ted in a bar sipping down a Bass,
ted in a bed, with a cockroach up ass,
Slapping chickens in feathered glories,
licking goose pimples from well told stories,
Can't be seen hanging out with mories,
Or the foot in his face will be Lori's.
Lori toils in electrified bliss,
Not a piece of hair she wouldn't kiss,
Not a smell of a breath she wouldn't miss,
For lori is a Five Star lobomist.
See her licking up the bible,
Asking her if she feels liable,
For the reactionary electoral sweep,
She says, "Let's do donuts in my Jeep."
Ted's a creep, Lori's a slut,
Ingrid has a ten foot butt.
Ingrid's happy when ted's a bore,
But ted's only happy when he's with
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