Bakedown Beat

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.