A Rugged Man

I’m a rugged man,

And tough as nails.

With a massive chest,

And arms like rails.

My face isn’t pretty,

I’m no Hollywood gent.

I consider bar time,

Time well spent.

Of my friends, there aren’t many.

Likely the meanest you’ll see.

You’ll never see us,

In any joints sipp’n tea.

I live in a shack.

Yes it’s quite a raw dump.

I bring in a Hooker,

For a two dollar hump.

I’ve a flea bitten dog.

His name is Clyde.

His hair full of Mange,

And a rash on his backside.

Yes, I’m content in my life.

I don’t care what you think.

You can kiss my sweet *ss,

You uppity class fink.

Well I guess I’m now done.

Nothing more I got to say.

My case of beer is gone.

So it’s time to hit the hay.