I wish that all the gothics would die
But that would make them happy
So I don't really wish that.
Instead I'd like to torture them
And squirt all over their writhing bodies
Because that would give me pleasure
I wish that all the fattys were stranded
On a desert island
Then they would have no choice
But to gnaw on one another
That would work better than any diet.
Then I could squirt all over the malnutritioned skeletors
Lying in the sand.
Because that would bring me pleasure
I wish that all the Chavs would burn
In a flaming vat of hair gel
Desperately struggling against their Reebok trainers
Which are dragging them into the Netherworld.
And just that would give me pleasure
Because Chav doesn't deserve squirt.