The Crazy Never Die

[Pinot Grij]

"Some may never live, but the crazy never die." - Hunter S. Thompson

Mortimer Cocksmith was overly cautious
Mostly, he’s nauseous, petrified by the hold of his conscience
He’d never provoke a neighbor, that ain’t in his wholesome nature
Cuz folks who are known to anger are more prone to danger
So he avoids all confrontation, he’s never even sipped a beer
Gripped by the crippling fear that he’d become addicted for years
He’d strictly adhere to rules so as to never lapse his control
He even pees sitting down to avoid the backsplash in the bowl
Sex? He enjoyed by himself, jerked off til his scrotum was swelled
Then he’d cry himself to sleep and think, “…..I’m going to hell”
His heart was open as well, he finally met a woman that nurtured
But he played the observer as she fucked all of his co-workers
Still he retained his credo, because he was in love with his wife
And if he ever confronted her on it he could fuck up his life
So he maintained his silence, and vowed to ride destiny and enjoy it
He never had any expectations, so he could never be disappointed
Mortimer lived a lengthy life, without wanting nothing more
And peacefully passed away at the age of a hundred and four

Jurgen Von Cockenstein was the live fast-or-die type
He liked the nightlife… loved to skydive… a real wise guy
Lived the high life, I mean REAL high, dude been hype from the start
He once rappelled into a volcano just to light his cigar
He goes extreme upon any scheme that any man could embark
When he goes surfing, he does it on top of actual sharks
He’d race speedboats through crevices the width of a keyhole
And when he did a little jizz would shoot out of his pee hole
He lived for the rush, and could get any bitch that he wants
Fill up her guts, spill all his nut, then she’d fix up his lunch
He’d say, “D’you honestly think I give a shit if I live til I’m eighty?
Look at the chicks that I’m dating… this shit is amazing!”
One day then, Jurgen had a plan for a new extreme sport
He loved to fuck, and loved to rush, but still he’d need more
So he devised to set a woman on skis down the steep slope and…
Follow up behind her, butt naked, for some downhill deep boning
He thrusted as wind gusted against the sack of his balls
And as he nutted, his face busted as he crashed into a wall
He made headlines as the dead guy who did something sick
Dead by Extreme Downhill Banging at the age of twenty-six

So, who would you rather be?