How my family has such bright eyes,
Yet mine were painted dark,
By shaking out the sweet blood of
My twin in utero:
He was slightly re-tardy:
Ready, set, go!
I marked him down as late.
I'm the elephant in the womb,
She's the sugar in my tank:
Half as cheap -
But twice as sweet
As a deposit to the spank-bank.
She's my anchor to Planet Thanks.
We'll tuh-kill-ya seven times
Before you rank on the totem,
File with the grime.
Some gritty greased-up mockingwords
Never found a plot that they just can't schmooze.
I got born-again to run DMT,
Because we're already through being born to bruise.
Well, all you hemped-out hippy kids!
Go on To Be bop & rock steady.
You hit The Beat & we'll keep her ready.
Just bass my face elsewhere from
Time & Space.
Your two-cents for a tent and I'm so much
Richard D. James insane,
Caught with three pitchers of
That prime windowlickher.
Extra! Textya! We're not
Philip K. Dicking around downtown,
Since Kurt can catch a bullet
And Freddy catch The Fever.
David dies in dignity:
A man falls to Earth.
A woman is a dream I had,
So sleep more with a peace
Beneath your pillow.
But don't forget the downy-Draze,
We must be moving on,
Somebody to love - to funk it up
And burn it to the ground.
A trip to Neville-Neville Land!
With Charles Tunafish &
Slimmity Stanz.
Kids rock & roll so pass the bowl,
Fill the pint;
Rack a tab on that dirty young money.
Keep calling me walrus &
I'll keep keeping it funny.
