My love for you is like a truck, Berserker Would you like some making fuck, Berserker My love for you is like a rock, Berserker
The Berserker is just so obscene Likes evil people you know what I mean He takes your soul and then just rips you apart He'll steal your heart
Would you like to smoke some pot, Berserker My love for you is ticking clock, Berserker Would you like to suck my cock, Berserker Would you like some making fuck, Berserker
All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable
Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream
To talk is an enunciated sneeze To taste is some foul air to breathe
One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever! He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
His twitching brain can dance within Gyrating more like gelatin A secret means of ecstasy Acute and very olfactory
To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows
He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away
With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
Smell, Sweat, Movement. Everyone's dancing. Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone's dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing.
A Tribute to William Shatner he got a fine tan shirt with an emblem on the chest the interstellar girls all like him the best captain of the crew and he knows kung fu and he did joan collins in 1932 really just an actor, and a genius to boot he never gets to fire when the enemy shoots so he ends each show looking neat and clean after staring down the mouth of a doomsday machine i really like the one where he reads the constitution after ending all the fighting in a future revolution
I pick on Doc because he sneaks into abortion clinics at night, pops open the vats of formaldehyde, and has improper stillborn relations with the aborted fetuses.
For a play I'm working on at the moment, we have a scene where we have to recite some depressing poetry... I came up with this....
My darkness is like darkness Only darker Like my soul Which is dark Dark and cold and still Like the sea at night-time Except when the party boats are out No party boat for my soul My soul lacks party And lacks boat I feel black And my heart is cold Cold and black Like darkness
Richard Simmons' house. Then, a quick juant to fire island, followed by a nice long sleepover with StGeorge.
Oh, and once, I was working on a musical about abortion. The centerpiece of it was a dance number in which the abortionist square danced with 10 little fetuses.
