My mound is really funny - oh did you make that up

All by yourself    They sneer

Out of the whirlwind    A horse with a beak    Reefer

Does wonders for it    Hey dionysus    Weve changed

Our minds    Give us some of those lollies or ices

Or whatever you call em    You old wag    The way you gobble

All those pills & wash em down w/ hot coffee

                         fills us w/ amazement & terror

Such as to prostrate our senses    Cool    And that

Handle bar moustache of yours really kicks ass too    What else

You got in that bag o tricks    No new dreaded lurgies

We aint heard about    Shit requiring the professional skills

Of  a registered nurse in a g string    And so on

& so forth till the hairy butterball daydreaming

Dangling a hose over his front lawn

Finally keels over    Then the chinese whispers start to

Kick in    I hear they are saying it was the poetical equivalent

Of myocardial infarction    So naturally i fly to the side

Of his widow priscilla    She manages to come on to me

Through the tears    Saying she knows what it was took her

Ralphy    But her lips cant describe it    I make no comment

Other than to offer my deepest condolences

& to run a mower over the yard for her

On a fortnightly basis    You know how it is    Small

Potatoes    Maybe that isnt the right expression    But at a time

Like this you make do with whats at hand    Or you invite her

To come for a drive with you sometime    You can park up at

The lookout & er …    Look out over the peaceful pretty town

Below    What a howler    Get a load of em sitting there    Holding

Life at arms length    Only to wake up tomorrow friends of the slab

Posted on Monday, February 26th, 2007 at 9:46 pm
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