i'm fulfilled as mathilde drinking water that's distilled

just send the bill to my mother's will

but she's just over the hill, not quite nill

a credit card, i need a million credit cards

but my credit's in shards

can't get past the credit guards

mom bakes with lard

and calls me a retard

and I say that animal fat will clog your arteries

I say it heartily like I won the lottery