Fake like a newscaster, tongue in cheek racial divisions have a soda pop speaking in rhyme, rewinding from time to time.
Mass reproduction leaves a hole in my heart
and I’m dying in magazines, in gallons of milk with Styrofoam wrappers or even welted, malted meatballs covered with cheese.
Don’t use a toothbrush on Halloween
It’s the la, It’s in permanent felt tip ink tip
Money divided amongst the people who need it to do some industrious things, will never get that chance because, its taken from them to get military things, like nuclear armaments, fillings with lead, with clothes on our grandchildren’s heads instead of their backs
It reminds me of 1908, when you called yourself “lucky” if you got hit in the head with a plate
C’mon down to Feasterville, by the benches and bring all the things that you have to endorse
For the most of the day we’ve been sitting around waiting for anything, and falling down by the wayside, whatever that means
Who needs a helmet for Halloween?