I was
digging in a path which ran along the
side of the road into town. That was
when I looked down, saw, and picked up
a fossil which I told people was a fern.
I said that because that thing
was as firm as a rock could be, but it looked like a plant. Think about it. Something as firm as the upper layers of your
skin. And that Fern is not just a
deepening part of your hair. Look at me!
I live on your arm and I keep dying because someone who is armed keeps saying
that he shot right through you. You’re
the one who threw your hands up and it was I who keeps throwing up as I die,
all around here. And he lies all
around. You’re the one who had to lie
around and now you have to lie in your casket, under ground. Your world is now the one that is
ground. While the rest of our worlds
rave. Rave! Grave! Wave! Whatever!
Or is it Water Ever? I am not
Doctor Waterson. You think you are
Sherlock at Home. You act like Shylock
from the Merchant Of Venice. You are
really Shell Shocked by your living on Venus.
At least the rest of the universe
can rest. The musical score has a giant
rest note. You do your best and I did it
for your rest of my life, and you sure are a pest for the rest of the world is
in the forest. You say it is your restitute. I think it is your rectitude. Dude! Restrict
Oh Me. Restrict Mama. And my horn keeps tooting while my neighbors
keep polluting because your friends keep looting all your minions. Those are all your aluminions. It is just all nonsense from your nose scents
which is getting paid. And you say I am
making no cents. You sure are a
sensation, you horse’s face. You
miniature minotaur. What about your
stormy horses knee. Don’t you know that Needled
Dee gets Needless Done. Boy! Some people are so dumb! Dim Bomb de Boom Box. You are the Dunk of this Force.
Now
I hear someone singing:
Odor!
What can that matter be?
Look
at My Rear and say ‘See what I’ve splattered, gee!’
I’ll
just Drink Beer, those glasses will make me better, hee
hee hee hee hee You
shouldn’t complain about my air
In the public you
say about me, “It’s his mannerisms.” But
to your friends you tell them, “It’s his manurisms.”
You think you are
flying high, but, where there’s an Orvile there’s a Wilbur. Am I Right or am I Right? You sure are not a Wilbur. What your Gene’s sure are is a Wilder. So just Get out that door! You can sleep on the floor. I don’t want to buy any more. You claim to be religious! Ha Ha.
Atom and Eve? No! No Way!
You just want a Dame with something up her sleeve.
You sure make me
sick. Sick. Sick?
I just went to the doctor and asked, “Doc, is this my sick month follow
up?” Then the Doctor said, “No! This is your every month foul up!” And I replied, “Me? Coming here sure makes me Chicken. I guess this really is my Fowl Up!”
I’m glad I just flew
out of there. Or did I get flu out of
there? Oh! How I wish I had Climbed It! Instead, It was so much of some Slime
Spit! And I’ll never see that I’m a
Centipede Again! Maybe I can be a
Centipede’s Centerfold.
And what do you do?
When I trim a plant, I know what I do.
When you trim you pants it already had been done. And if you would have just done it, it would
not be the donut it is now. You said
that you couldn’t cut that mustard but you sure do cut that cheese.
Just sing again:
Forever
you look like a toad my boy
And don’t
ever make me owe em
You
call yourself Nadia from Bengalia
You’re
just a tishman squid
Nobody
misses you when you roe.
Well, my friend, I
am not just fed up with these politicians.
I am also fed up with those business owners that raise their own prices
so they can buy off more politicians so they can get more money for themselves. They buy them and we are the ones that have
to pay for it. So, wart they Flowers or just
a war using Flours? You said that you gave them to me to powder me up. Was that so I can be your crispy crunchy chicken? Well, I certainly am chicken.
While other
Chickens are Clucking
I will just keep Ducking,
You Duck King, I’ll be singing, while that Bee’s Stinging:
Putin
on the Ritz about the Big Bang a coming
Trying
too hard to learn to play the cello
LA
Who? Doodle Do? Monkey Chew?
Should
I just Finda Owl or The Mindless Awl
Is
that Awl Full when it breaks things open?
Mama
Owl
LA
Nose
LA
Crows
LA
Pose
A
Nostril or a No Thrill
Then you called
out, “Ohura What can we do?”
I said, “The
Klingons want Spock.”
You responded, “I’m
just part of the crew.”
And you asked
again, “Ohura, what can we do?”
To which I agreed,
“Beam me up, Oh Snotty beam me up!”
And he asked, “Is
that at Warp Speed or is it your Warped Mind?”
That caused me
to say to him, “Look, up in the
sky. It is a pair of Sols, it is a pair
of silt tons, a parrot air room thick. But the Scent is Usual. Even though the nose knows. I have a lot of fort arguments around this
house.”
Then Snotty asked
me, “Did you say that you got a goatee?”
And I told him,
“Nope! All I’ve ever been was a
goatie.”
That was when you
ordered Snotty, “Bean us Up! Up! Up! Up,
cup, lap dance up, a babbling pup, erupt, sup!
We don’t want to be tupperware if he won’t shut up!”
Snotty then reply sang:
Super
Grimy Against Me Thing
Sinking
losers after meeting
Superior
History Art defeating
To witch I just
said:
Beer
Bear
Bore
Bare
Bar
And did you straighten this whole thing out by telling
us, “A devoted constitution will be devoid
of cost institutions when you devour it costs too son!”
So,
as I left, we harmonized:
We’ll
be Gone Free
As
Free as a Widow
As
Seen Free through that Window
Just Scream Free while
we fall on that Dart.
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