Wednesday, September 29, 2004
The arithmetics of tatooed engineers, Tuesday
Squeezed into a lemon was the grey, faded penis of a dead goat
whose last words were these:
I was born to serve and slave,
Little did my work do gain,
When my children were born and raised,
I was slain and served as steak.
You will not hear me complain,
Because I know the wretched way
Of every goatee, grey or pale;
We slave, we breed and die in pain.
‘Tis the law of time itself;
To come and go, again, again.
And fool is He who duck away.
Obey the law or pay the wage!
