Our Boy has been known to grow wild At the bondage 'tween Mother and Child. And if there's no Dad, Why, the Mother's a Cad Who deserves to be foully reviled. Debating Al Gore, dressed in black, This puppy went on the attack. While feeling his oats, He kept quoting non-quotes As his ratings roared past to the back. Though Robin to Batman, Endorsed by The Fat Man, His song's reminiscent of Nero.
Mere incarceration Seems somehow remarkably pale.
In the end, only hist'ry will tell If they're headed for Heaven or Hell. But whichever location Is their destination Is bound to be clear from the smell. About marital matters testicular. Some small trace of the Quaylean mind. With The Face Of Rush Limbaugh behind.