The Immortal Poetry Of Robert Francis O’Rourke

[Weatherman2020]

The Song of the Cow

I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.

Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.

Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.


Further down in the poem, he calls upon the cow to “thrust your hooves up my analytic passage.”

We’ll just stop here.

‘Wax My Ass, Scrub My Balls’ — This Beto O’Rourke Poem From 1988 Is Beyond Belief

 

[Blackrook]

Beto has obviously pissed off the wrong people, they're dragging out all this shit to destroy him.