Why, why, why?
Why did you make me look at my phone
Why dredge up the memories
That chill me to the bone
There’s a reason I never
Check back on my pics
The stuff I get up to
Would make even the most depraved sick
It wasn’t intentional
I didn’t mean to cause harm
Why did I start drinking
On a trip to that petting zoo farm
Is there a sight more depressing
A vision more bleak
Than a 20 year old something
Having a fight with a sheep
And the poor little donkey!
Can’t believe its true
If I look again at that picture
I’m certain to spew
So I won’t look at those photos
I don’t know why they’re saved!
Its not like anyone’s clamouring
To see an Alpaca shaved…