Colac.

When High Flying Sketch insulted me by coming into existence.

When Colac typed: gay fireman

When Colac said I had an erection

When Colac called me old, I was forty.

When High Flying Sketch split his head

When I removed my belt and whipped him

When I used my belt to choke him down, down to the floor.

 

With hands over faces, I went through the paces

Smiled with glee at the girl with the braces

Hold onto your teeth you pretty young thing

This ginger boy is yet to sing

a song so painful the devil will cry

I listen with joy, a glint in my eye

See, I become god for a minute or two

reckon and punish for all in full  view

you like you know it

to deny is to blow it

and never a conscience renew