Isn't this bit already tripped?

Just Trip the Fucking Bit – a Parody by A. McGuillicuddy

The Drilly cuddles close to his righands,
The Push is inside taking a shit.
I’m cozy and warm in my shack, my dear.
Please trip the fucking bit.

The forest is dark all around, child.
The fox huddles down with its kit.
I’ll send one more TVD change tonight dear,
But please trip the fucking bit.

The flare stack that roars in the sky is at rest,
And the hands are all doing their best.
I can see it’s been slower, stop lying! That’s bullshit!
Shut the fuck down, and trip the fucking bit.

The wind whispers soft through the lease, hon.
The pressure hands don’t move a bit.
It’s been thirty-eight minutes of circulating already.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Trip the fucking bit!

All the kids in camp are in dreamland.
The cooks have knitted the very last mitt.
Hell no, you can’t run in all the way dear.
You know what you can do? Just trip the fucking bit!

The owls fly forth from the treetops.
Through the air they soar and see quite a bit.
The hot, crimson rage fills my heart, love.
For real: Trip out the fucking bit!

The bears and the Moose are snoring.
Wrapped in big, warm and snuggly heaps.
How come you can do all this other great shit,
But you can’t trip the fucking bit?

We’re finally stopped ROP now.
Circulating the mud, while they sit.
Oh shit, goddamn it, you’ve got to be kidding.
We’re actually tripping the bit!

A. McGuillicuddy


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