My balls are as huge as King Kong

just as my confidence and my hair have eroded

I think I'm a penguin but I'm always wrong

And the filamentary corpuscles have all exploded


Another retarded rap for your IQ, son

say you want to go, go Cool!

and nothing is won.

Would you like a cup of dog drool?

Kill yourself, you lucha libre wannabe

We found a place on the wire.

things are not always as they appear

of a burning four-ply tire

This haiku makes no fucking sense

only when i feel strange do i listen to nin

And the scent of the sense of nonsensical sense

each quiet and brooding to escape his burden of sin

Oh, no, you didn't!