A Lamb Named Doner & Her Cheap Persona

"A Lamb Named Doner & Her Cheap Persona"

Cheap like my persona, are the company I keep/
We get drunk on a Monday, & call a Doner a treat
Lacking honour & pride, it's the dregs that we breed/
The same wasters in life, who say fetch & we reach
Wretched like Fleas, we like to leach like we're Ticks/
From my Creps to my T's, are all on Credit or ticked
All of my friendships, are based on the Intel of a brick/
It then looks like I'm winning, when I outsmart the thick
If there's a pic to be taken, I want centre of attention/
Being a div, my mind's vacant, IQ 20 like Benson
A bit rough round the Edges, less Hedge & More Hog/
I have no clue what this Pledge is, I just polish nob
All I've got in this world, is a girl called Four Seasons/
But ask why & I'll lie, & probably give you four reasons
I've these demons like Ian's, yet his one's can rhyme/
All that's inside me is seman, now wall & ceiling I climb.

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