O, beyond yon meadows lie a sterling steel case building
in it, behold, a long forgotten being in silent keeping
a man, a sloth? An orc beyond despair?
managers who makes simians eat bananas like éclairs
All of the day, and all of the night
toils poor little grommash, the orc, ever in sight
no overtime, and yet, no time for afters
even the cows moo at this dishevelled disaster
With only the loud, wretched, chinese rejects for company
gromo moiders time with his techie projects...in symphony?
there's too much to do, and too little time
wine or ale seems pleasant, but unfortunately too fine
His head is pounding, his sight is blurred
his lunch keeps popping up like an unruly herd
the rushing blood does little to hold the voices at bay
perhaps what he needs is a little stuffed hay
Finally, after much torment, the end seems in sight
but is it? or just another trick of fate to dog gromo in delight
all those around him can say, sorry old chap
but that's a nice deal, let me have it...you ridiculous sap
Gromo feels murderous, gromo feels bad
gromo will break lots of cute little fingers. Or perhaps whole hands.
gromo will vent his terrible rage
save perhaps for sweet hr, the twat of our land
Gromo grows weary of these silly little rhymes
when he goes home, he'll watch some tv until the bells of sleep chimes
but how soon will that be, o most wretched of human requirements
before ol' grommie is off in neverland, in a place devoid of eternal confinements?
Hey nonny no, the cat and the ho
Sticks grommie with sticks whilst on the go
The LSD ain't working, the blood's a little slow
but here ends this wonderful yet pathetic show
'cos Grommie is off home before a fuse he might darn blow
