Thursday, December 18, 2008

Fiscal Graffiti

Drop down babe
a strip of me
a poo-ride all night long
I'm made of cotton or gravy
see me curling, I'll curl you door
I ate a stranger, I mimicked
when you're warning
that old banana I'm gonna shake on down
well you know that 'nana
shave and stake it.

You met with my ziti knee
like you're testifried
chula beaver, your desperate spite
a chula beaver, your destitute bride
drug down
your desperate might