Stroke my ego.
Stroke it, I say!
Stroke it like a kitty cat!
Make it purr.
Stroke it like a cross-eyed chimpanzee.
Calm it down.
My ego is mewling scratching
shitting all over the award-winning furniture.
It must be stopped and soon.
Food and comfort are in short supply.
I'm feeling rather tangent berry.
Talk about poison!
As for the asshole...yes! Never
enough sunshine blown there.
Scorch the hairs off, would ya, boo?
I'm calling in all favors.
Universe done me wrong one time too many,
plenty of heartache to go around,
every dog has her day,
every cloud is lined in mink,
I am thinking of a number.