Why Does It Taste Like Beer? (A collaboration with HangmansJoke

This is how I get ideas I stay up for three days, And talk to Mr. Cuddles He's so tired.. HA! Look at him sneeze! Sneeze, show your love Doggy snot... yummy Mr. Ken has no Penis Mr. Cuddles eats him Barbie has no nipples Mr. Cuddles eats her, too And not in that perverse way, he consumes them The electric banana hums Hum banana hum Ewww... what's that smell? I said HUM, not fart.. Mr. Cuddles converses with his Frisbee.. Where have all the pancakes gone? I have the munchies The seasoned salt dances with the plate The fork is jealous Why does everything dance? Fuck it I dance with my baloney, and make it feel loved It goes down good with sub sauce Boobs... happy My house is built on a foundation of breasts I play 'Doorbell' all day Dumb bitch at Rogers Video slaps me for doing that The priest kills the baloney Damn you, Priest! I cry over the remains of my baloney as I eat the priest More doggy snot... why must you always sneeze on me? Mr. Cuddles chases me with my samurai blade I trip Mr. cuddles and giggle till I wet my pants Why does it taste like beer? What are you looking at? 'It's so big! ' 'Don't you see it?' 'Are you dumb?' I punch that blind Brit I know he's just fucking with me Bastard can't feel it Never got that footprint out of my shirt, either Bastard There goes that damned Oreo again... Chasing Mr. cuddles The Oreo screams 'Who's yo daddy?' Happy little rods and cones... happy happy happy... Where the HELL did those pancakes go? Oh there they are, they make love to the coffee machine What's with all the sex? I'm so lonely Yet, I am surrounded by people The Scot, the Brit, the Priest, and the Hanged Man Why does it taste like beer? What are YOU looking at?This is what Hangman and I came up with tonight... This scares even me. If you like this poem, make love to an oreo Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 06:43 PM PST   0 • 14 • 10