The Assclapper, by
J. Kvndi
I
clap my asscheeks when I walk;
Its thunderous sound I cannot conceal.
Yet your insults don’t make me balk.
My great posterior would make Atlas gawk;
Hefty and round like spheres of steel.
I
clap my asscheeks when I walk.
You mock me whenever I talk;
Thinking me as smart as a
slab of veal.
Yet your insults don’t make me balk.
I’m not a meathead like you mock;
I just have a rear like automobiles.
I
clap my asscheeks when I walk.
You call me someone that thinks with my cock;
You decry my
friends as misdeals.
Yet your insults don’t make me balk.
I am an asscheek clapping jock,
And no act can make me otherwise feel.
I clap my asscheeks when I walk,
Yet your insults don’t make me balk.