He is known for many things intellect,

Is not one of them, his name is taint

But it suits him well, please keep restraint,

It may not sound bad, but it will linger

In the depths of your sole like a splinter.

Pungent and round he will forever be

His name Gerald, insufferably.

He is countless things; I will tell you all:

“Cowardly, fat, and not exactly tall,

Mean, crude and violent are just the start

Of the many qualities in his heart.”

His highest trouble is stupidity

Which will give him little stability.

His jail cell is his favorite place

He each time leaves a large trace

They always catch him without a chase

Can they always remember his face?

Irresponsible, they let the man free

So again he is a burden on me.

I would lock him up, throw away the key,

If the decision would be my decree.

A thief placing trinkets in his pockets

Claiming he stole them for me, some lockets

Just another of his fatalities

“Don’t tell mommy”, other casualties.

A great guy he could never ever be

Making me cry by just looking at me.

Not once did he ever say “sorry”

Only when it was through his bad cursory.

Sitting on his butt is what he does best

That is why he is ugly, and can’t dress

But it might also be all those,

Horrifying methamphetamines

Giving him all of that stupidity.

The world revolves around the hot sun

As you know, round and round the sun will run

But in his eyes it orbits him only

So he will be forever lonely.