A Broad That Has Mastered The Art of The Innuendo

Avishek Sahu
October 25, 2017

Got a whiff of the world when I was barely in my teens
Could hear the clarion calls of the eunuchs and the caged beans
It was a day in the school when the stench was all awry
And the gents in the park had their plans made for the quarry
Mrs Rand had written what was going to be checkmate
To soothe the egos of the dumb fucks and their woozy little playmates
But I grew up on insults not on sessions of Nintendo
So I dig a broad that has mastered the art of the innuendo

The pretty little damsel had her temper reaching epochs
But I don’t sleaze with some grease over petty little ad-hocs
They had no fire in the belly to put my wicked plans to fruition
Not with their minds on the altar with a pocket full of tuition
The shrink had a wink that told me it wasn’t over
He came from the land of the Rishi and had to be a mover
‘cause I grew up on insults not on sessions of Nintendo
And I dig a broad that has mastered the art of the innuendo

Now there’s the story of the past that they want me to reconcile with
When the dames out of games had to hurry out of bandwith
And jump into fires laid out to dowse that niggling wild itch
For some succor for the rat and some succor for the mad witch
But they never could just reach the depth of the fire that would flare up
Beckoning you from afar to feel the heat that wouldn’t dare stop
If you grew up on insults not on sessions of Nintendo
And you dig a broad that has mastered the art of the innuendo

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