Bust Top it blows over my umbrella
One world it grows just like Bush and Godzilla
All day long I hear this song
Infuriated by tunnel vision
We will never come as one
Until we learn the art of pissin’

(I’m pissin’ in the wind, Just a pissin’ in the wind)

All the while both sides rub together their greedy little power mongering mitts
They’ll even create their own tragedy complete with Home Land Security kits
(For a nominally extravagant fee!)

We’re a world at war with a word!
Fucking Dictionaries
I don’t even like to read
Why should I be forced to heed
I have this need to believe
That there really are evil people
Lurking behind this word

And the word is turd

Ta ta ta turd turd turd Baby turd is the word! Yeah yeah yeah! Turd turd turd ah ha turd is the word!

BRB

Back!

I had to shit!

So as I see it…

We just need to ban a few words!

Taliban: ban towels, fuck it! I am willing to drip dry! Ya can’t say I’m not willing to pick my Napoleon Bonaparte!

And should there be some kind of problem with the sex offender registry, and any other terrorists or threatening dregs of society, I say: ban them too…

To

Tallahatchie,

And

Tallahassee:
They both got void bridges, and one of em’ even has hurricanes! Hell with the way the weather patterns have been getting cut and dried, I think they both got them nasty whirlpools in the sky by now!

Hey! I wonder if I can just register as a sex offender?
I’m offended when I’m not getting any sex! (Occasionally, even when I am!)
Maybe I just need to get away from all of these offendee’s (They’re offending in their own right!)

And…

If there’s not enough room in those two Talla’s banned, send em’ off to:
Kalamazoo,
And make them play a kazoo!
That should cheer up they’re down right nasty disposition!

Turd ban: That’s right folks! We should ban turds too!

Not spend Millions, and Billions, and Trillions, and quadrillions, and quintillions, and sexillions, (Hey! There’s that offending sex word again!) and, septillions, (Well what do you know about that? I just wonder if that is for the many reptiles caught by the sewers of summers end! To bad they don’t all have they’re own $400 cage!) and octillions, and (I think the non, says it all here folks, and it makes me ill.) nonillions,

of dollars that we don’t even have!
On Safety, and Security!

Hell is here, the reason for fear.
We’ll never be completely safe, and secure,
Not on this world,
Not in our lifetime,

Although It’s a brilliant, almost altruistic concept.
Spiraling headlong into an economic dilemma, that is already beyond our means,
And will soon be out of our control,
Period.

But thats not quit the end of the story!

Then there will be A War of the Words…
It won’t be with aliens we don’t understand,
Trying to take over our misbegotten land,

Bedlam, and Mayhem, Violence on the street,
You’ll wish you learned how to sew, bleed out, and gut your own fucking meat.

Natural Cold Storage caves would be nice!
If your old, with the ways, and the means,
Might hop in one of them cryonic machines! (I’ve heard when tear drops fall on infected fish, it’s like ham, curred!) cry-on-ick

Hmmm a cryogenic drunken state? (On the other frozen alcoholic hand, I can imagine how that batch might be a little salty, and taste less than desirable…) cry-oh-gin-icky

Oh the humanity of it all… No doubt, it is disregarded, and in despair
Did anybody anywhere ever say everything, and or even anything is ever going to be fair?
I dare to say never! If they did, I think you’d agree?

They lied…

I used to be able to afford to go the State Fair, every day it was there
Now, not only can I not afford to go to the State Fair,
The State can’t even afford to present it’s own fair anymore
So the Fair ain’t even there…

That’s not fair.

I used to go to happy parades
I even had a rich girlfriend that lived in the Pacific Palisades
Now those where some fun loving times!

The floor, the floor, the floor is in the air
The floor, the floor, the floor is in the air
We don’t need no gravity, let the Mother Fucker float
Float Mother Fucker Float

The Power of levitation is mainly regarded as an out of body experience
Just as the insanes on the plains are dependent on their minds…

…Brilliance

(I’ll bet you thought I was going to say brains!)

You ever notice how their heads tilt to one side?
Heavy Brains Man… Heavy asymmetrical Brains!

(There I said brains, 4 times now!)

There is not much symmetry in retardation (Where is the justice, and equality?)
It’s a shame really!

If you happen to develop the aforementioned condition, and don’t want others to figure it out…
Just start banging either side of your head
It doesn’t matter which
Then claim that you have just finished swimming
And…
Have Mark Spitz ear

A real deafening touch for lobbying an earmark would be, if you actually have one of Mark Spitz’s ear’s in your pocket, and pull it out!

It’s a mother fuckin’ tour de’ France out there I’m tellin’ ya!
Lance Armstrong (If I had to have an arm lanced, I would want it to be my weak one!)

Indianapolis 500 too…
David Letterman (I don’t know? But since this is a war waged on words. I’m thinking, well, this guy is a letter man and all, he should probably be banned just on GP!)

Tony the Mother Fuckin’ Tiger is Grrrrrrowling in Grrrrrrrrrreatness
Just like a rice crispy treated pop pop pop, tart, fated martians to lesbians
Quisp vs. Quake, Count Chocula vs. Boo Berry and Tinker-Bell waves her wand to let the games begin…

Who’s gonna win though?
Isn’t it all just a Monopoly re:boot to present an illusion of competition?

Do Not Pass Go…

Will the whole world succumb to our forcefully imposed one world full of love, freedom, and devotion? (Don’t forget patriotism!)

Do Not Collect $200…

Or

Will Armenia (Our-mean-e-ah, not, Our-nice-e-ah) flirt with disaster, and be the first Christian domino to fall into the strong lanced nudging arms of the Witnessing Watchtower’s Armageddon? Holly Jehovah!

Or

Go Directly to…

Good Will Hunting for the new Macy’s line of turbans that will start coming out like vests… (Bullet Proof).

Jail!

You know this war on Iraq thing has really put a dent in my love for titties!
And that’s not very nice!
I used to love them soooo mush!
What’s Next? China and cream of rice…

Independence is a not much more than a farce
Because in reality, it is really ever so sparse
But for those masses who do
I tip my hat to you

I’ll watch your fire works
And gaze in wide wonder at your celebration
Of the Independence you claim from your minds
For I am a dying breed
And
Must depend on mine…

Don’t get me wrong you middle, middle-lower, upper-middle-lower and upper incumbent class republicans (Let me just say, that I have nothing against you, nothing at all! Unless perhaps, I have listened to you, and your one and only, one-way^ then you say, you have nothing more to say! Which is all fine & dandy with a sunny ray, but then, when you won’t even listen to one, of my 9, that is when, I start having a hard time!)

You’re good hard working class heroes!
And maybe the few left like me, aren’t much more than zeros?
Using the advantages we still have,
But for how much longer?

Does it really make us that much stronger?

When they come door to door asking (Yeah Right) Demanding your gun!
In the name freedom, safety, and homeland security (Suck-curity, That’s one of them hams that got fucked up in what’s more fun than a barrel of monkeys!)

Are you going to hand it over willingly with no problem? (Like if you do present some kind of problem, they’ll just go away, and leave you alone! Ha!)

I say: Give the Shade, and I your guns, and stuff

We got better hiding places than you do! (We’ll hide ‘em real good, where no one can find ‘em).

I would hate to evilC good guns, and stuff go to waste!

If for some reason you don’t understand
I’m not in a state of being shell-shocked
(My next appointment isn’t until the sexth thirst day of the mouth!)

I could spell it out
Which would only strengthen my point
Then if you got it, you’d say: “Clive! You Just Rocked!”

I’d say: “Thank you! But where’s my titties?”

And then drop dead

Bust Top it blows over my umbrella
One world it grows just like Bush and Godzilla
All day long I hear this song
Infuriated by tunnel vision
We will never come as one
Until we learn the art of listen


Thank You!

(This is my big dramatic death scene)

Coughs profusely, and croaks…

———&mdash ;———&mdas h;———&mda sh;———&md ash;———&m dash;———& mdash;——–

**applauds**

From a dillweed that made claims of fathoming the unfathomable when he really didn’t get shit…

———&mdash ;———&mdas h;———&mda sh;———&md ash;———&m dash;———& mdash;——–

From a pretty flat chested fanfare out standing in ovation

.. CLIVE! YOU JUST ROCKED! ..

———&mdash ;———&mdas h;———&mda sh;———&md ash;———&m dash;———& mdash;——–

Thank you! But where’s my titties?
Coughs profusely, and croaks…

———&mdash ;———&mdas h;———&mda sh;———&md ash;———&m dash;———& mdash;——–

Rib it