Nonprofit final blues

Nonprofit final, let me tell you a thing or three. Your existence is nothing to me. Your pasty thighs are an offense to decency. Your pastiche isn't setting me free, and your lumpy day old muffins lack regency. Schlepping your war-torn ass across the page is killing me! Propping your lean-to on me so sloppily. Management lessons learned so basically, market failure's pimp you'll always be.

You think you can hide in your 501 c3? You think you can abscond with the hard working public's fee? You think the State will abide that slutty way you look at me?

Nonprofit final, you're as dead as Winnie the Pooh in a hive of killer bees. Oh bother.