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He's merely snide, not clever.
To Malcolm Higgins, I'll rebut:
Puts naughty words and profanity together.
For amusement, he likes writing smut.

He writes his smut at What Freaks; he's the king.
He writes his smut about disgusting things.
He writes his smut, and it must make him high.
He writes his smut, a pervert's glut.

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He don't like my opinions.
At at times, he just lacks self-control.
Just why he's wigged out - I'll surmise:
He's Republican - licking Bush up is his goal.

He writes his smut at What Freaks; he's the king.
He writes his smut about disgusting things.
He writes his smut, and it must make him high.
He writes his smut, a pervert's glut.

He writes lyrics in a trance.
(Hit the "caps" key, when you get a chance.)
If he's proud of what he wrote, then it must prove:
Right wingers aren't smart
To get in fights they shouldn't start.
Monkey see, monkey do,
Dittoheads, G.O.P.
Have earned worldwide infamy.

He writes his smut at What Freaks; he's the king.
He writes his smut about disgusting things.
He writes his smut, and it must make him high.
He writes his smut, a pervert's glut.

He writes his smut at What Freaks; he's the king.
He writes his smut about disgusting things.
He writes his smut, and it must make him high.
He writes his smut, a pervert's glut.

For amusement, he likes writing smut...

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