L’expulsion du Norman des Farm Lands de Georgia

A Poem

“Invertebraes n’ont pas spines
Parce que ils sont sans épines,”
Says Wilhelm the Norman.
“Et ils ne parlent pas correct.”

“The cunt of a fish
Prolly don’t taste the same
As the cunt of a femine,”
Says the peach farmer
Who still dares to eat
The fruits of his labors.

“Qui mange cunt,
Quand felines sont available facilement?”
Répond le man
Avec le plan
And a belly fulla wine.

I saw that Norman once before,
Smokin’ a fag
(Lung cancer or homophobia:
Which is it, man?)
Sans the attitude
With a wrinkled chemise and cravat.

“Shave the beard, you cunt!”
Yells the peach man,
“And stop being so fuckin’ explicit!
Why don’t you grow some balls,
And enjoy some high culture?”