Moving on
No more preaching
My preaching days are through
I'm finished with the sermons
Telling people what to do.
No more reaching
It’s important to protect your back
I'm bending from the knees now
Sorry for the plumber's crack.
No more swearing
Not everyone's a fuck
Some people are nice
And rarely ever suck.
No more baring
My naked days are done
All my parts are sagging
Streaking is no longer fun.
No more whining
I've lost all desire to whine
Go on, ask me how I'm doing
I'll lie and say just fine.
No more pining
There's not much left to crave
From now on it's simple things
Like a Ferrari and a good close shave.
No more appeasing
I'm up to here with mollycoddle
What's the use of it, anyway
All that phony upbeat twaddle.
No more wheezing
From plants that bloom in spring
I'm moving to the Arctic
Permafrost is just the thing.
No more miming
It's not safe to mime in the Arctic
They club baby seals and mimes up there
I mean, baby seals - come on - that's sick!
No more rhyming
This is the very last rhyme
I know when enough is enough
Believe me, it's about bloody time.
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