Goblin Bum

[Bullroarer]

Filthy goblin who shall always sleep
Never caring what you shall reap
Hiding from the daily bread
Refusing to marry the day you were wed
You lazy bum get off your back
So much must be put on track
You spend all your time in the den
Should have been born a mother hen
You slacker, you jackal, you stinking bum
Go back to the cellar and drink your rum
You filthy stinking piece of ****
You do not even deserve to drink your spit
You are the son who ran away
You are the warrior who refused to slay
You are the student who did not learn
You are the cook who would always burn
You are the husband who makes no cash
You are the smith who cannot brain nor bash
You are father who could not teach
Now your child is out of reach
Your child has watched you lazy attitude
Thus has developed little gratitude
But your example has changed his mind
He is now one of your kind
Now the cycle is reborn
For your child you should mourn