A Short Prayer to Mr Death
I send this wish to Reaper Grim,
Why the hell won't you take him?
By "him", I mean that orange twat;
With hair like some shit roadkill hat.
I've had enough, I want him gone;
By bullet, spear or randy swan.
He's dumb, he's coarse, he has no style;
And some say he's a paedophile.
So, strike him down, release your curse
And send that fuck off in a hearse.
You've had your fun, you let hate thrive;
Now see that cunt off with your scythe!