Saturday, May 28, 2005

I Shit on My Grave

this is an audio post - click to play
I wrote this one for the late Ms. Cleo, who actually shat on her grave.

I Shit on My Grave

In this time
of worldwide trouble,
just as bad
or worse than before,

I float around
in a happy bubble,
like a disco queen
on a disco floor.

[chorus]

I party with the pastor,
one glass from saved.
I limerick my epitaph.
I shit on my grave.

I don't listen to my heartbeat.
Just let it go away.
I plagiarize my autopsy.
I shit on my grave.

In this time
of worldwide trouble,
I could shout
and cling to a cause.
But I float around
in a happy bubble.
I'm my own good witch
in my private Oz.

[chorus]

In this time
of worldwide trouble,
I could help nearby
or in the Cote d'ivoire.
But I float around
in a happy bubble
I know the waiter's name.
I know the way to the bar.

Public Decomposition

The olde Stomock's been a mite slow of late. Perhaps a blog laxative will help? We dedicate this Stomock to the processing of unlikely substances into less likely resemblances. Like the circular digestive system, it processes and processes. Unlike said circle, it sometimes decides to just let it go.

So let it go.