fick dich

If I had a heart-attack,

would ya holla, "Hypercondriac!"? 

Would ya even have my back,

giving me The Heimlich?

I can't help but flinch

that you glitch at my itch--itch--itchy skin,

where do I begin?

We're leading double sin!

Just like the finish line

that did not win,

I can't help but grin,

since he just can't keep trim.

Yet his dimensions are pretty thin.