Reunions: #18 Richard Rose

Reunions: #18 Richard Rose

Richard Rose, a name you've probably heard?
Ended up at Harvard Law, gave us all the bird!
A youthful Cable TV pioneer he seemed so in the know
He built that Cable TV giant HPO
He rose like a rocket and fell like one too Parachuting out ten years later with golden hue
Was it twenty million, more than a few?
They gave him to get out quick
I could'a told'em he was an obnoxious prick
He's always at the reunion party
To show us all how we are tardy
Comes in a limo or a lambo
High priced whores in his stable
Always sit at his table

When he was only 11, he'd parade nude in the lockers at gym
So we could all get a good look at him
With his full bush of pubic hair
And his big cock hanging there
Took us two years to catch up fair
Puberty is dick size and pubic hair
Rose became a champ varsity wrestler lean and mean
Seemed to know your move and loved to hear you scream
A skill he carried into business when
He twisted his adversaries again and again
Success and money, every gal will bend over to lick
Rose's big hairy red prick
But I have no envy
Of his mansion and Ferrari
All the girls in whom he sank deep his dick dagger
But when he fucked my virgin high school girlfriend I felt sadder
True love is hard and when it falls
You end up with paired blue balls
Time to find another filly
Fuck her till life all seems silly
I found another love to woo
Seemed the only thing to do

But I digress, back to Rose's family patch
I got my finger in his sister's snatch
Sometime there's no way to even the score
Even if his sis was a bit of a whore
I fooled around with Richard's sister
Rhonda, back in high school
She was a real pisser
If you got your thumb on her wiss
She'd warm your hand with hot piss
She liked to squirt
She'd drench your shirt
I didn't date her for revenge
I don't frequent Stonehenge
Where bloody sacrifice
Is how you run your life

Rhonda married a Fox TV exec
I saw her on the commuter express
The train that takes commuters home at night
What the heck
We had a cocktail or was it two?
I drove her home from the train station
Seemed the right thing to do
My balls were swelling anew
Her hubby was away on a "Fox News Mission"
I fucked her on the table in the kitchen
Pulled out like she asked and shot my load
Into a coffee mug she latter told
Was her hubby's cup, she never washed his
So O'Reilly just drank the dried jizz
Saying, "the coffee was better" that way
Then he put on his coat and left for the day
That's when Rhonda rang me up
To say, "You have to return to fill the cup"
It's nice to be wanted, I'll meet her request
Of all her lovers, she say's I'm the best
But never believe what a woman will say
They all are liars on the best of days
But it's hard to say no when a gal wants to try
To get fucked in the kitchen after unzipping your fly

In a way I'm evening the score with her brother the bore
Who got my girlfriend pregnant and denied
It was he who pried
Her tight cunt open for his large cock
And really fucked up my life clock
My first love ended with her cunt in pain
I never see Pam or her cunt again
I tried to rekindle the love I had
But I was too young to deal with the bad
The kid is his no doubt
Same face, same snout
His Dad never helped them out
When the kid graduated I sent Richey money
He might a' been my son, his mom was my honey
But life screws with us every way
The gift was anonymous that day
The kid might'a thought it came from his dad
I feel like crying, this story is so sad
I want to see the kid through college
Without anyone's knowledge
Of course I should have taken Pamy back
Married her and lived in my little shack
But pride and distain kept me away
I know I was wrong but it's too late I'd say

And Richard Rose sits in his office every day
Down on Wall Street and Park Way
Sneering at all us common folk
Laughing at us like we are some joke
Playing the market while we lose our homes
And the homeless are scattered and roam
The cold nights in the shaded streets
Rifling the garbage for something to eat
Maybe he's right, who are we kidd'en?
But when the snow is falling, we all wanna' wear mittens
If money is God, Richard Rose is Godly
And the rest of us are hoi polloi motley
Forgive me dear Lord if I deny your existence
You have dealt with me cruelly in this very instance