This is a song about "Bozneus"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses