Pain of a man

I can't go once more

Recollecting the agony

Which I got from a stick.

I chuckled noisy, somebody crazy

I dallied around, attempting to clarify

I contacted my toe, fear as my principle

Getting so tired of joke

He called me a detainee

I called him a monkey

He called me a crap washer

I proclaimed him so unfortunate

He called me a bladder

Others began chuckling

Getting angrier

I watched for his powerless pointer

On the double I got him, he a goner

I had no quality by any stretch of the imagination

Be that as it may, At once I never dreaded, I had everything

So they played the drums of droning

While I loose in gasping.