Command 108 heroes, an ape, truly,
The school always deemed him too unruly,
Even sent him for psycho-!@#^ysis,

Left an hour later, the shrink in mental paralysis,
Teach you how to dress well,
Like Tom Krell,

Trying to work out how the 2nd suicide dream came before the first one,
Caught red handed torturing cats with his water gun,
Deep down you know it sounds fun,

Can be found in the woods twirling L's like tutus,
How hard would it been for the UN to stop the Hutus?
'Let's go find Kony in Uganda',

Stop! That's enough of your propaganda!
Used to want a girl to pump the ^&@#$ like petrol,
These days starting to think he's asexual,

Spiked senior citizen apple juice,
A star upon a time, but they stopped praising him like Zeus.


What you wanna say to the wanderer?
A cold Sunday so he's a solipsist panderer.
Getting lazy, can he rhyme crime with lime?

Paralytic, like when he ate weed flapjacks for the first time,
On the census always reply 'not applicable',
Don't you think annoyin' knows his flow is despicable?

Focuses on writing witty lines,
Keeps the pad in a drawer on top all the library fines,
It's ok if you don't think the rhymes are smart,

Plan b is to run away to Humboldt County with Bogart,
Would make a fairly odd parent like icky Vicky,
Sits alone in the park sometimes playing sticky wicky,

Refused to pay barbers, so now cuts his own hair,
A wise professor touches more kids than the pedo bear,
No longer eats chicken, when he did favoured jerk,

Only 7 when he decided prayer didn't work,
Openly mocks faith in a deity,
Not convinced your imaginary friend will save society,

'What does the rhyming fool know?'
Busted for coming to America with counterfeit Soul Glo.


Annoyin' Wanderer isn't the birth name,
Refer to myself in third person so they know he's insane, a shame,
But the insults never get past the membrane,

Ever present, they feel him like gravity,
Only eats marshmallows, never had a single cavity,
Agoraphobic but still wants to travel the globe,

The ironic alien, with an !@#^ probe inside a homophobe,
Nothing more beautiful to him than dark skies,
Swallows 3.14 pies every time he writes lies,

If that was untruthful should he eat one now?
Got less friends in the field than a leather clad cow,
Laying dormant waiting on a cue/que,

Plans to meet Bush one day and throw footwear at him too.