How dare you
I am not impressed
I have ridden and followed your trail,
And now, now I smell nothing
The fox trots have got to stop,
I will stop you in your tracks
Deer, who is it that signaled the boat into the bay?
Snapper turtle, get out of my box and smack it upside the decayed remains
Of the saber-toothed Chihuahua
I have lived in Chincoteague with the ponies
I spread eagle over their mares and shot the last Mohican in the nasal cavity
I have spread their coats clean with dry linens
Hang the corn from the husks and pray the mosquitoes suck the life out of the kernels
Blow it and make it rub like popcorn
Make the gristle snap in my mouth like Pop rocks on a hot and humid day
Let it dry and sell it for fifty cents
Call it shelter, call it an Indian giver, call it my bounty
Plethora
The dictionary will lead you nowhere when you've got the icicle man on your side
He is chilled so cold like an Arbor Mist on parade
This parade is not for the standard hyena,
It is for the diabetic one
The one without the syringe
The one with whom the bell tolls and the anchor destroys
The hyper sounds of retreat
Barren
Wooden
Risqu� in a sexy way
Black widow... spin me your moth
Make me into a reptile and curl your tongue
Beat me to a pulp
Call me paper product in a rage
Hot paper
Silky snake
Salty snake
Sssssssssssuuuperrrrrrrrrr snakes
SUPER