Love is a nose
so don't pick it
sometimes kind
brutally wicked
It's also a rug
disguised as a door mat
Standing on this love
came a knock on the door
I fell to the floor
I didn't need to drink anymore
I wondered what I had in store..
with a twist of the knob
and a leveling of eyes
to my dismay a horrible surprise
it was Kennedy or maybe Bill Bellamy
could it be? From MTV?
Can I come in and have a drink
it took only a second for me to think.
A booming NO! was thrust
like a Q-tip into ear...
Have I made myself clear
Kennedy, Bellamy
don't come to me
don't you see
When your generation got old
my generation got sold
You sold it to a soda company
you sold it to a video game
you sold it for profit
you sold it for fame
you're given no choice
a drink you shall have
come in, come in, to my bachelor pad
Make yourself at home
as I concoct you a brew
and that they did
flipping through pages
of stolen out of date
magazines from various doctor's offices
in the immediate area
A pinch of that
a dallop of this
to finish off this drink
about half full of piss
How bout some spit
no how bout some shit
I stolled in the room
as tall as a skyscraper
as wide as King Kong
Could I have been wrong?
Here
drink up, drink up
Your drink will get warm if
you wait too long...
With a smile as wide as a Kansas sky
I looked at them in each of their beady little eyes
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
they opened up their throats
If I was drinking surley
I would croak
But croak they did not
and live they still do
Still leaders of a circus
disguised as a zoo...
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