It Was Halloween

It was Halloween

I used to read Poets and Writers Magazine

Gilded Goblin’s up in the limousine

jesus hangin’ on my wall

every Saturday watch a documentary on Lee Harvey Oswald

I feed my snake shrew cocks ‘til my snake popped

smoke weed, do kung fu, slippin’ on chicken stock

way back, I puked red and black when I ate that lamb rack

with the cravat to match

Remember Scooby Doo, doo-ha, doo-ha

you never thought one day you’d throw out your VCR

all those tapes of Charles in Charge

DVD, DVR, HDTV, SLR

Now I’m in the bloglight ‘cause I type tight

time to get laid, cash in my fame for the number of your best dame

Born on a bender, the opposite of an e-card sender

peace to Dom P, Dom DeLuise, and Kid Eli,

Spunktaster Rex, Loveglove Latex

I’m blowin’ up like a droid in orbit

Call me else I’ll pop in Norbit

Same number, same cad

It’s all bad

And if you don’t know, you still don’t know, sugah