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::: Premonition of Paul McCarthy :::

Look at this f*cked up kid!
He is full of himself
An introvert, a thief and a pig!
Nothing but want
That fat bastard
His everyday costume 
A joke
Sh*t white, red, rolling, mayonnaise
Ketchup pervert!

When he is hungry he eats
That tree-goat f*cker
He is corrupted 
Stinks as dog sh*t

Now, it is
During the time of Jesus
Just a holiday
A vacation
Time off
From what?
This bloated sh*t never suffers
What a f*cking joke
His bling, his cell phone and his California
He is a rock star bum
He is all of this
For the economy
He speaks in numbers
As all Americans
Go to him.

When the time of Jesus is over
The inflatable bunnies come out
In their blockhead splendor
They are cast in stainless steel
They are icons
They do not exist
He does not exist
And I do not exist really

I am going to eat
My naked lunch
While watching
His grave performance

Written by: ~ J.D. Szalla

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