Humour

I slap it out and clap a wank
Dat skank aint shit and stank
Spank dat monkey less trouble
She just makes my brain wobble

Spewing forth mental masturbation
Random narratives for the nation
Dat shit be like farking garbage
Mentally incoherent like Umbrage

But spew forth and force she must
For her point is unique we trust
And read we shall for it enriches
Mundane lives with putrid stitches

So slap dat thing and make it spurt
Out comes the filth and heals the hurt
Who can say what da fock she meant
As long as she vents it till it's spent

A wink for her as she moves for the door
To make an exit from the wasted floor
My blood pressure regulated by some Zen
For waddafak she tried to say just then

*mic drop*

Waddafak