Monday, August 5, 2002

If I could ever be
as free as a tree,
I’d pee only Brie.
My neighbors would see
the beauty of me.

I’d sing like a duck
and have all the good luck.
I’d dance for a buck
and sleep in a truck
I bought for a buck
and I’d laugh “Nyuk nyuk nyuk.”

What a beautiful day!
I almost wish I was gay
and I lived in L.A.
What more can I say?
What a wonderful life that would be…

Eating green spinach pie,
reading about Princess Di.
Pausing briefly to sigh
“These sad books make me cry!”
But this dark purple tie
is so stylish, I could die!
But I won’t ‘cause it’s great to be me…

Yes this is the life
I’ve waited for all my life.
No more fat, naggy wife!
No more mis’ry or strife!
New gay lifestyle I love thee…

People will talk
of my beautiful cock
that I keep in a sock
under key under lock
cause he’s hard as a rock
and he’s covered in chalk
and he can take a knock.
He’s a tough little chicken you see…

My identity? Clarified!
My new lifestyle? Verified!
Wait, naked men? Terrified!

Terrified! Terrified!

New gay lifestyle I’ll miss thee…

State of the Union Jack
Random parables are wearable, surf sluts speak of Sarin gas. Like a bubble from Hitler's ass, America's flying at half-mast.

Your Honor
A little dog choked on a draidel, a ladle, a can of beef stew and a wicker kazoo. His owner, a loner from Kalamazoo, in a wrath drew a bath that he filled up with glue.

Space Pioneers
They would’ve rafted down the river like gall stones in a liver, carefree as retards on a home-fashioned raft, except that they lived down the river three blocks and a sliver from a factory that made cheese dust for Kraft.