Zorque is envied by every gent,

’Cause it’s fab when he pitches a tent

Every saint and sinner

Can each be a winner

When his dick’s in the beauty pageant

Unbrowned steaks are surely regretted,

But Froyn just likes their meat wetted

So, both in kitchen and bed,

The same can be said:

Their wife just hates their forking method

Headed down to the pub for a beer

At the rainbows, recoiled in fear

”A parade just for pride

Of bright colours?” he cried.

”There are too many gay people here!”

Variden was once a great mod,

‘Til Reddit admins turned fraud

So to Lemmy we’ll scoot,

Than be under Spez’ boot

Of his own hell he can be god