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.
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