Toughies
When the going gets tough ,
When the sea becomes rough ,
The weaks *** in their pants
Hide in holes like rabbits and ants ,
The toughs get going ,
Face the strong wind flowing ,
It seems plain
They enjoy the hurricane
God helps them in their efforts ,
The calm winds return and so do the comforts ,
Ahoy , clear sea ahead ! They have achieved their aim ,
They thank the God and retire without tall claims ,
The weaks come out of their holes ,
No sooner the tough wind goes
Than their yellowness shows ,
They look around , for some irrelevant errors to be found
Then they make tall claims , sarky comments , and big reports to edit
All this is done cause they want to snatch the credit
They are so very nimble , when they say that it is all so simple
But no sooner the sea is not kind
Than they get wet behind ,
They know nothing but just one art , how to give a verbal **** !
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