poems by tom miller
stork
a stork comes uh runninwith his lanky legs
and his oversized eggs
hes a big round thing
with a corkscrew dick
and a tiny little head
you can pinch till its dead
oh silly funny ostrich
they dont hide their heads
thats only a tale
told by the wives and
i aint lyin
now wait just a minute
did i say ostrich?
no, i said stork
but ostrich is the bird
i was talkin about
dont scream and shout
cause that crazy old gorilla
is pickin out the fleas
and do what you please
cause i aint here to warn ya
nor am i here to scorn ya
you flapping dirty crow
did i say crow? i meant
stork-- ostrich
i dont know
what the hell do i know
dont know birds
i just know words
and words is what this is
about birds birds birds
and thats all i have
to tell you now
go get a cow and
suck out the brain
you furry jack-o-lantern
ill see you on saturn
oh, but does my back burn
when i stay out in the sun
but the sun dont shine
unless im drinking wine
like the wine im drinking now
90 proof and quualudes
90 proof and quualudes...