talk about two-ply

There was an evil mom

Who hid the toilet paper,

And tricked and forced her only son

To be her caretaker

And if he was a good boy

She’d rip him off a piece

And he had to stay good

Up until he had to squeeze

So this boy got tired

Of the tricks him mom played

So he peeled the two-ply into one

And then went on a rage

His evil mom said once again

That you best behave

He told his mom to fuck herself

And he hopes she dies of aids

There was an evil mom

Who hid the toilet paper,

And tricked and forced her only son

To be her caretaker

And if he was a good boy

She’d rip him off a piece

And he had to stay good

Up until he had to squeeze

So this boy got tired

Of the tricks him mom played

So he stole the toilet paper

And then went on a rage

His evil mom said once again

Having him was a bad idea

He told his mom to fuck herself

And hopes she gets diarrhea