DO-LITTLE

I could have damned all night
I’m good to damn that tight-assed
Priggins—what a bore!
That prig don’t dig my thing,
Though bigwig Picturing
Likes it a little more.

I’m set to blow
If things don’t go next my way.
He’s such a putz, upstart, uptight!
I’m going to go if he
Returns my damning spree.
I could have damned that man all night!

I could have damned all night
That man, who’s damned uptight.
That Priggins makes me sore.
And I don’t dig his thing,
But I will bring in bling
If I act as his whore.

I’ll have to stow
My urge to know the highway.
I’ll be his tart and start no fight.
“On with the show,” says me,
But surreptitiously
I’m going to damn that man each night!