Dark Satanic ideas of slap-head sicko, IDS:

Christ did fast for forty days.
IDS says: “Balls to that.”
Iain Duncan’s magic ways.
Moth-eaten rabbit crawls from hat.

Jesus fought the greedy bankers.
Profiteers got kick up arse.
Quiet Man’s ideas for wankers.
Rambling, omni-shambling farce.

Fifty three pounds each week.
For brainless baldy bastard dude.
Peein’ Iain. Drunken Duncan.
Intoxicated. Thuggish. Crude.

Silver pieces. Count them. Thirty.
Garlic bullets. Stake through heart.
Dark Satanic. IDEAS dirty.
Snowman made from frozen fart.

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