Urban

[Gecko]

That lion,

It’ll eat my children.

Kill it; get it out of my sight,

That animal is the enemy.

A car hit little Billie the next day.

 

Why won’t they find someplace else to live?

Get out of my house; get out of my sight,

This belongs to me.

Eagles don’t pay taxes.

 

Superior, far more powerful,

I inherit the right to slay this earth

In the name of procreation.

I’ll fill the world with carbon copies of myself

Watch me

 

Who cares?

I heard it’s politically correct to pick your butt.

Hand your friend a cigarette

I win.

 

Little Billie had a pet rat.

I threw it out the window.

Goodbye.

 

A young girl dies alone on the street