OLD GEEZER

You’re a bitch
You make me itch
Why do you have to be a such
A control freak
It is because you are weak
I think I have to sneeze
Get on your knees
Here come the bees
Bite bite bite
Don’t run for your life
Let the bees eat your strife
Cut out the disease like a knife
Maybe you will be fun again
Make life a ten again
Or you will just die
A miserable guy