An ode to the Pumkinheads..
Nasser oh Nasser, huge Nasser is in your heads,
He is the last thing you think of in your fetid, shit-stained beds,
At midday mom wakes you up and asks when you'll get a job,
Think too much about your failed life, you'll start to sob,
Must log on now, must get on the site!
Where else can a nerd and cyber warrior fight?
As you look at the handsome and successful browns,
Your zit plastered forheads crinkle with frowns,
You burn with envy, jealousy and hate,
You know the boat has left, it's too late,
Bigbobs and Nasser are living the dream,
So also are the members of the TEAM,
And what is left for a skinny-fat, pasty pumpkinhead?
Nothing of any note, you're practically dead.
The wizard of truth owns your mind so bad that you should pay him rent,
Thankfully for you ..it's free to live in mom's basement.