It always starts so promising
Then they get a gander at the lifestyle behind the outstanding personage that is i and a low rumbling begins
A sound that grows in judgmental intensity
As they become grinningly confident in their subtle mission of "Skull improvement "
But then their womanly irresistible force meets my immovable manly object and they feel the pressure of failure
But direct methods stink
For i refuse to blink
Tick tock tock tick
Sometimes their points were sharp enough to prick
Maybe a lesser soul would even turn to drink
