Evil Bob's Evil Plans of EvilnessMature

Evil Bob's got probs

His show's goin' under

and he's a total doorknob


His wife left him

for the bearded woman

he's mired in dept

and drowned in gin


But he's got a plan

to make him the man

and put him on  top

all over again


He'll sell elixers

potions and charms

all filled with wiskey

and good Jamaican rum


He'll get the crowd so drunk

They'll holler and hoot

They won't ever care

if Lazer Guts can't shoot


The End

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