C”mon bourbon, make me a writer, a rich man;
I grab my castanets, throw my hands overhead, my head’s thrown back, and I sing!
yibba-dibba-dibba
dibba-dibba-dibba-dibba-dee

Huxley – or somebody (too bour’boned to look it up) – under nitrous oxide:
higamous, hogamous,
woman’s monogamous,
hogamous, higamous,
man’s polygamous.

or some sort of carp, or crap, like that.

oh-oh! I’m driffin’ – catch my drif’?
have fun with words! I’m ticklin’ “pudding” and “cockswain” as we speak.

take ’em to the zoo, two by two,
size places, pack a lunch,
freeze your soda the night before, if you want to.

I need a marlboro light so bad right now!
You gotta know that I don’t even smoke!

Where did all these fucking exclamation points come from?!

© Chicheme, 2013