Cup cake commo
Thinks he's all that
Another bleeting homo
Another spoilt brat
Always acting tough
With his Bolshevik mates
Ain't never done it rough
Privileged but hates
Still lives with his mum
Changes his nappy
Got to wipe his bum
Keep the bub happy
Chants Marxist slogans
Doesn't know what they mean
White middle class bogans
Who never made the team
Another loser geek
Societal reject
Outcast and freak
Blindly follows sect
When real Commo's come
He's dragged from his bed
Pleads it was just fun
Before they shoot him in the head
The moral of this story
Be careful what you wish
You may be after glory
But end up swimming with the fish
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