The next time I get a lecture from a Democrat about our lack of culture and appreciation for the arts, I want to recite this poem written by Beto O’Rourke. This man is without a doubt a genius of the highest order. Ladies and gentleman, I present, “The Song of a Cow”:
I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
Thank god, he copyrighted this genius piece of work. Here is a more dramatic interpretation. Byron, Kipling and Shelley have nothing on this guy.
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
Thank god, he copyrighted this genius piece of work. Here is a more dramatic interpretation. Byron, Kipling and Shelley have nothing on this guy.
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