double-fist this piss popsicle

well, boys, i'm skippin' town 'till june.

gotta getta way, gonna leave these blues with you:

it starts like this, see, some dick dumped me,

and now there's this new broad.

wedding bells and all that. seems kinda sudden.

worse than a piss popsicle labeled "pineapple."

funny thing is, it's not the first time.

popsicles always come in pairs:

inconvenient to hold, impossible to eat.

the first half broke off when i was 18.

a similar ice phallus: bitches gettin' hitched.

took me 2 years of brainfreeze,

of wakin' up to the same hangover,

and there weren't enough booze to melt it gone.

you'd think: if ever global warming had your back...

but a frigid bitch, nature is. and science

can suck my popsicle stick.

i like how, in disney movies, there's an evil cunt

dressed in black and pulling all the cunty strings

offstage. somewhere. her cackle.

open chest, insert cock, thrust until dead.
i've got a salty case of brainfreeze.