What I saw today made me sick,
Was at the convention seen this chick.
She was young but not that dumb,
And carried her blaspheme round her bum.
She was walking round bold as brass,
With her blaspheme round her ass.
Wiggling it in a channel belt,
With Our Lord’s name on her pelt.
She goes to church this isn’t a game,
Who said she could use His name?
He gave us his life he suffered our pain,
But Gypsy girls take him in vain.
He isn’t fashion rubbish, overpriced,
He is Our Lord Jesus Christ.
(c) varey 2009
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