by flammeusgladius




Australian Dennis watches from afar

And pisses off our punks by making verses

About what fucking idiots they are.

He labors hard to merit all their curses.

The record of their errors he rehearses

In rhymes that shape a memory of steel.

At him they shriek and vainly swing their purses.

Τhey can’t believe such disrespect is real.

Believe it, lamebrained leftists! How you feel

Does not, in sad fact, change reality.

When snowflakes melt, they find no way to heal.

Erasure you can never hope to see.

Dennis declines to take your P.C. quiz.

His lines resound. He tells it like it is.



–Tom Riley