The dictionary has many words for love
But not what I’m accused of
I’m a mopperist, exposing myself
To blind people in the park
Or when it starts to get dark
I jingle my junk in their face
They cannot see how I disgrace
Their permanent disability
Which I happen to exploit happily
It’s a victimless crime, I tell you why
They cannot see me jiggling my meat pie
Only hear the flapping sound
Of my balls, bouncing around
Someone sees, and I run quickly
But I am caught by the police
They ask me why I do this
I tell them, “The blind deserve what they get!”
Now I’m in jail and the tables are turned
I’m now the one who eats the one eyed worm