Spite, The Hateful Wanker

Spite, The Hateful Wanker

A Poem by Michael Stevens
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Fake song, true feelings!

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Spite, The Hateful Wanker



Peter, Paul, and Mary, 'Puff, The Magic Dragon'



Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

Songwriters: Leonard Lipton / Peter Yarrow


NOT Peter, Paul, and Mary: 'Spite, the Hateful Wanker'


Spite, The Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And tweeted s**t at two am from Washington, D. C.

The Delusion Brigade only loved his hateful stuff
And lashed out at his critics, they really huffed and puffed, oh,

Spite, the Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And Tweeted s**t at 2 am from Washington D.C.
Spite, the Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And Tweeted s**t at 2 am from Washington D.C.

Dividing the nation, careening to and fro
Never seen a dick like him, oh, don't you know?
Knee-pads dictators, bends and kisses a*s,
Sucks them down his wind-pipe, like he's a large-mouth bass

Spite, the Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And Tweeted s**t at 2 am from Washington D.C.
Spite, the Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And Tweeted s**t at 2 am from Washington D.C.

He'll be here forever, or the damage that he's done
God forbid, continues on, and makes another run
Came out of the darkness, schemed to take control
He brainwashed half the people, this cult leader a*****e.

His lips look like a chunk hole, when spewing all his lies
Engenders our despising, doesn't have to try
Without his brainwashed followers, Trump could not exist
Should put his own name atop our enemies list

Spite, the Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And Tweeted s**t at 2 am from Washington D.C.
Spite, the Hateful Wanker, lived on T. V.
And Tweeted s**t at 2 am from Washington D.C.





© 2018 Michael Stevens


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Michael Stevens
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I write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..

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