Posted by Jayne (152.163.205.67) on October 03, 2001 at 13:59:34:
That Fucker
I hate that fucker that lives in my head
I’m not joking, I wish he were dead!
No lease was signed when he moved in
A down payment of fear was all he was offering.
I had no choice, I could not refuse.
So his dancing started with spiked tap shoes.
He makes a mess, he screams and shouts
And chews my eyeball then spits it out.
I beg for mercy, I kneel and cry.
My tears give him joy, don’t ask me why.
I hate that fucker that lives in my head
I’m not kidding, I want him dead.
Sometimes he would leave for a short vacation
But now that fucker has set up permanent station.
He hates me to sleep, and god forbid if I have fun.
His only compromise, “go buy a gun”
I decided one day to try and be friendly,
I knocked on his door offered him
“tea”
“Drink it up while it’s nice and hot”
“Don’t waste any now, drink the lot”
Now he’s weak, my terror, for now, over.
Hard to tap dance when he’s in a coma.
It’s my turn now to laugh and dance,
And drift to sleep without fearing his Lance.
I hate that fucker that lives in my head
I would sing praises to see him dead
I have met other landlords of this merciless fuck
We pray for his death. We wish for that luck.
We started an organization, in hopes of getting him out.
There’s lot’s of us now, we call ourselves OUCH.
We have banded together to obtain his eviction
This is our goal, our aim, our conviction.
One day we’ll be free of that unwelcome tenant
We’ll throw his arse out on the pavement.
We hate that fucker that lives in our heads
We will celebrate one day when he’s finally dead.