Rolled gold
Cats in hats
Rats leaving
Their hats
On sinking ships
Jazzing their hips
No pips
A glass of
Brezhnev for me
Is clean
And sanitary
To the noisy
Moaning at
Their bedrolls
Yoga cunts
Yoghurt wankers
Come back to
Thank us
When we feel nice
And you just moan
About your fucking rice