Whether living in mansion or hovel
You're probably reading this novel
About a hot chick
Who clicks with a dick
Cause she digs the way he makes her grovel.
Synecdoche!
Whether living in mansion or hovel
You're probably reading this novel
About a hot chick
Who clicks with a dick
Cause she digs the way he makes her grovel.
Synecdoche!
While being sucked into the jet
Yvette became struck with regret.
All that stress and alarm
For a rash on her arm
Which was hardly a comparable threat.
One starts dabbling with recursive wishes
And the meta-ness seems quite delicious
But that old jobsworth djinn
Just will not let you win
And you'll wish you'd not been so ambitious.
That's for the main theme of the comic, but the line about banishing TV show bores into their own obsessions ought not to be overlooked:
The next time an eyelash slides out
I shall wish for the magical clout
To banish those bros
Who go on about shows
To the shows that they go on about.
I was looking for b00bs on YouTube
When I got called a n00b by some rube.
Well, those parents of mine
Conceived me online
So my view is that Y0U are the n00b.
Still catching up, still somehow four behind. If only we were on that eccentric time system that is coming up in three comics' time, perhaps I would fare better.
Play the sax, make flapjacks, or speak Spanish:
All these talents can happily vanish.
So why make maths the most-
Chosen talent to boast
That, post-school, you've decided to banish?
The things that distress you today
And stress you, though testing, still may
Be recalled with fond yearning
If some future turning
Point pops up and sweeps them away.