patron saint of dirty stank

so, Susie, supposed this soul
was shes to squeeze as she please
bring me down, to these knees
listen, chief - i think that maybe we
seem to like we could be, seen on
screen, on the same team
scratch my shin, played to win
buckle up, strap me in!
split your lid, spew that snit
please stop these stories
its useless sorry,
we swing for the same green
No, not Nancy with her neglect
dangerous dares, dirty dialects
unrehearsed, pre-paid-protective-curse
oh man, how i could i forget
to ensure i was assuredly insured
for anything id ever want or regret
like safety, stability, peace, tranquillity
if i could grab them, i'd have them
they'd be some of my favourite things