Lyrical Incontinence

I got

greased jeans

Mixed greens

Both Sheen

Charlie

And Emilio

Not Martin

He’s fartin’

Off in the corner

By the breakfast

Buffet

With the eggs

And bacon

And taters

And beans

And pancakes

And waffles

And granola

Supreme

Like my grandma

Will make ya

If you sit

Yer ass down

At her table

For breakfast

At her apartment

In

Queens

New York

The city

The crown

Of the state

Of New York

Not Hampshire

Or England

They be

Coming too late

To the voodoo

Big to-do

Going down

In the swamp

With their

Top hats

And zombies

And trombone

Ba-whomp

That hits you

In the guttocks

Make your

Breakfast

Go blomp

Out you anus

From your bowels

To your colon

And

On

And

On

And

On

And

On

And

On

Nuff said, y’all

Enjoy your meal.

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