Beast of Burden

You’ve always been our beast of burden
Yer back is broad but you’re just a wastin’
You sure ain’t no rockstar  - it’s how it looks to me
You’ll always be a feast of burden
Familiar sight now is you getting a whippin’
It’s just baffling how your fame even came to be

You ain’t good enough
And not tough enough
And not even smart enough
You’re just too blind to see

You shouldn’t be our beast of burden
So just go home and draw the curtains
It’s about time man

Forget Warney's bullshit and set yourself free

You ain’t good enough
And not tough enough
And not even smart enough
You’re just too blind to see

Oh you little ogre
Chunky, clunky, hunky, gunky dude
You’re always in a funky, funky, funky, funky mood
Chunky, clunky
Such chunky, clunky dude
Come on beasty please, please, please

I'll tell ya
It’s time we put ya out
On the street
Put you out
With no choice but to retreat
Just, put you  out, put you out
Put you right back to your mother’s teat

Yeah, all your absence
Your brother can suck it up
In all probability though

He'll definitely fuck it up

There's one thing you lump
That I don't understand
Warney keeps on telling us

That you're one of a kind

But you’re not big enough
And not tough enough
And not even smart enough
You’re just too blind to see

You should never be a beast of burden

It's time you stopped bein’ a fucking feast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

By Sriram Dayanand
who blogs at Boundary Conditions and protects his tweets @sdayanand

*Sorry Mick Jagger