So I kinda wrote a song, sorta, maybe. What I need now is one of you who can sing, and write music or something… see it needs music. It needs to be sung. This song needs to live.

Maybe not.

But yeah. Uhm. It’s been a strange morning.

Bears can’t talk (with mouths full of cock)

Bears can’t talk,
With mouths full of cock.
Lions and tigers fail, too.

Bears can’t talk,
When you’re buggering them to death.
The birds and bees are laughing at you.

Clowns and midgets,
They love to watch you walk,
With your tight pants,
And no shoes.

They follow you,
Chase you,
Pin you down,
And squeeze you.

All for a quick grope,
Oh no they’ve got rope!
That’s it, no more from you.

Elks and ocelots,
Badgers and leopards,
Ferrets and squirrels,
They won’t sleep with you.

The clowns and the midgets,
They broke your digits,
They’ve trussed you,
And tied you,
Oh what else will they do!?

Bears can’t talk,
With mouths full of cock.
Neither can you.

Bears can’t talk,
When you’re buggering them to death.
You’ll cry soon, too.

Clowns and midgets,
Capture and kill,
They hunt and they stun,
They shoot to kill.

Bears can’t talk,
With mouths full of cock,
But they’re still alive,
Unlike you.