i know why i like you it s cause of your clothing and your haircut and cause you re racist i have a match your face my asking you questions you can t answer you want to box me our world works in a weird way i ve heard them say a man with a beard may frighten children or dogs but a mustache scares me more i know why you bite me it s cause of your instincts and your canines and cause i kicked you i have a bone to pick please go on the paper and fetch me my slippers and stop meowing man s best friend wags his tail and bares his teeth at the man with the mail and though he s frightened of thunder he never goes to war tell me what s the circumstance of circumcision and what goes in my daughter s pants is whose decision i ve seen the facts of inter race relations of see through slacks of cyber masturbation if a hundred monkeys each could get their own show perhaps one day a chimp might say and you have faith you just need to use it sayeth the lord i know why i like you it s cause of your sandals and your supper and cause you re jesus i have a match your dad my dad has your picture right next to your mother s and one of charo  they hold hands up in heaven and they say that their son s name is kevin but i read in a book somewhere that his name is jack