Kanye West

Oh Kanye West, please do your best, to keep your fat trap shut,
Your mouth goes blah, one more faux pas, you’ve dug a social rut,

Please act your age upon a stage that broadcasts to the whole world,
Sympathy shifts to Taylor Swift, the nicest of the nice girls.

Oh Kanye West, give it a rest, we tire of your shtick
Beyonce slates you, Obama hates you, acting like a prick.

Avoid fat lips, just take these tips, learn when to hold your tongue,
Don’t be a knob, watch your gob, this should stop you getting hung;

If you throw a bash, with all your cash, don’t instantly spoil it,
A vicious cycle, you ask George Michael, to use the outside toilet,

Act with honour, don’t ask Madonna, if she got them kids off ebay?
You stand to lose, asking Tom Cruise, just how long he’s been gay?

Just rise above asking Courtney Love if she owns a pistol?
If you pimp your crib, please don’t be glib, and hire Josef Fritzl.

The mood you’ll spoil with Susan Boyle, if you ask advice on groomin’
Don’t be a shit, when with Brad Pitt, ask how best to leave a woman?

Don’t be a pain, to David Blaine, and criticise his gay tricks,
Review your actions, with Samuel L. Jackson, don’t ask him about The Matrix.


Don’t be a plook when on Facebook, declare your love for Twitter,
Change your plan, to ask the McCann’s, to recommend a sitter.

If you achieve, all of these, you’ll impress the masses,
One thing left to do, is to get you, to take off the ridiculous glasses.