CletusBillBobBoy was pissed
In a way only he knew how.
“What are these assholes,”
He roared, “getting up to now?
Isn’t it bad enough these sissies,
These cocksucking bunch of fags
Are getting to marry each other
Without publishing these rags?
I mean, first it was the women
They picketed to get to vote.
Then it was the niggers next,
If that ain’t one helluva note.
Then the spics wanted something
About wages and toilets and stuff.
More of that equality madness. Why do we put up with that guff?
I mean, it’s right there in The Bible
Woman should walk behind man.
And somewhere it says that niggers
Ain’t really the same race as a man.
But some bleeding heart wimpass
Back in the eighteen hundreds
Had to go messing around with shit
And most our good work was dead.
I’m telling you it’s getting harder
To have a decent conversation
Without some fudgepacking clown
Talking about social degeneration.
I was talking to this broad recently
And she told me she wasn’t a girl.
I looked at her and shook my head
And I asked her what in the world…?
I mean, don’t you think that really
There is definitely something not right
If a guy can’t call a chink a gook
And not get into some kind of fight?”
Then, CletusBillBobBoy looked up;
He was working up a huge moan,
When he looked around and realized
He was suddenly, totally alone.