Baddies often had bad Daddies
Abusive, drunkard, dullard Daddies
Who beat their kids and beat kids’ Mummies
Thinking: “Love’s for Dummies!”
Baddies who are Iceholes too
Do not care a whit ‘bout you
So long as they can shout “Woo hoo!”
They pretend they’re tending to
Security for you.
They’re too scared of actual crooks
Or even nasty liberal looks.
They go after toddler brothers
And also after pregnant mothers;
They dress up like real live armies
Then hunt workers on potato farmies
While the ICEholes shout: “Woo hoo!”
ICE’re always feelin’ icky
Cause they got dealt a teeny dicky.
But bossman says they licky
His grossest parts of pricky
They’ll grow a giant dicky!
They’ve seen no growth just yet.
But they never know regret
As they insanely scream “Woo hoo!”
Lucifer’s erecting
Deeper rings of hell
For ICEholes who’re protecting
The Orange Con-Man ne’er do well:
Tortures that seem to last forever
Just because indeed they do.
And though there’s respite never,
At least they get to scream “Woo hoo!”
The Walkabout Diaries: The Life of the Party
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