Once I met a man
He was walking awkwardly around
His dog-leg turns
And the diction of his hatred
Impressed me
While his telescopic wisdom
And remaining actions
Distressed me
In any selection of events
He would always find the best
And in the event of fire
He just grew through the hardware
Hasty bastard
He was trying to find
That which eventually comes right
So with bland indifference
He fed me up
And stuffed me into a greasy oven
Saying, "should there ever be
A shortage of some kind
I'll have it covered
And should there ever be a need
It will be smothered"
But in the resulting fire
I just grew through the hardware
Hasty bastard