Please refrain from
From yonder boneyard
(Darling’s taking names)
Ripper learns to purge
The Bell Curve…
Don’t forget the half-time munchies!
It’d be a crying shame
To deprive those pigskin monkeys.
Hubby’s money looks
Blood moon awakens
The king’s fool, forsaken
Owed wild oats sown,
B(r)ought to own
Harvested from fiery moats
Beyond ravenous echoes
Of boasting gloats
And dead dial tones
Wolfman won’t take blame;
He trades a stepping-stone pounding
For a stippled pound of fat-shame.
Exchanged in ballroom rounds
Beneath Southern Belle gowns,
Shots resound —
They all fall down.
GNINRAW © Jane Bled
Can’t we all just get along? Kumbayah for real…
Thank you for lending me your ears.
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