Sunday, April 9, 2017

Bastille

The bastards hid along long enough
The bastards, they been causing the gout
The bastards you could see all along
The bastards, assholes belching doubt

The bastards, they rocked and swayed
The bastards, had a merry go 'bout
The bastards swung and ho'ed
The bastards, ye, you and the lout

The bastards, the bas and the turds
The bastards, the termites, the grouts
The bastards, 'em with cards and the birds
The bastards, in leotards all up and about

The bastards, they barged in
The bastards, they knocked you out
The bastards, they kept you unconscious
The bastards, they each morn' sprout

The bastards, the nice looking ones too
The bastards, always won every bout
The bastards, make nary a splash
The bastards, the victors, they shout

The bastards, them of the insanities
The bastards, them fukcing about
The bastards, of limitless errors
The bastards of no differentials of pout

The bastards keep tumbling out of your closet, now
The bastards keep rolling 'em out
The bastards are feeling the heat
The bastards, them beginning to rout

The bastards, they be leaving you moments
The bastards, them faint, they shout
The bastards, they're funny that way
Now that the winter is passing,
Hey bastards, the spring is up and about!
The bastards are left it tatters
In the shadows they lorded over
Now revealed to be dolls in trouts

The bastards are rushing out
And foolishness rushes in
Whither and whether the new bastards
The bastards, a new show, a new rout.