An Ode to Hart

Hart, O Hart,
Succumb not to the brain fart
Ruining your mental facilites
With diabolical ease
Do not plague us so
Don't presuppose we know
Or understand
Your verbal diarrhoea
We'd rather not be here
It's true and a fact
We'd rather have none of that
Bull that you spew
The ounces of sense you make
Are alarmingly few
SPARE US the mental anguish
Allow us not to languish
In the recesses
Of your philosophical abscesses
O Hart, we cannot lie,
If you weren't already dead,
We'd will you to kindly fuck off and die.

Bill - Colour

A bit shoddy, but.... :)

Stupidness!

...And some retardedness. Oh my.