2003-07-25 - 10:39 a.m.
hold the phone, alice
it's your uncle joe
he's staying at some palace
up in gay Frisco
you know the seedy
places that I'm speaking of
where they play their clubs and aces in the hole (rubbadub)
NO! I don't mean poker though that might be worthy of
a punny INuENDo (if you get me)
*wink nudge nudge*
ok I guess i gotta break it down -- you just don't hear enough:
where homo's take it up the ass in the name of love
hey wait, I ain't saying that's a bad thing (gag)
damn. bitch. why you always gotta be such a nag?
that's it I'm leaving. OUTTA HERE!
I'm going to hooters to have a beer
Hey wait a second... dear, can I borrow the car?
here's uncle joe. talk to him. I'm headed to the bar.
don't leave the keys in the ignition
like you used to do before
it's history revision - this ain't country anymore
in fact, I hardly recognize this hay field, furthermore
the cinderbed ain't burning, there's no more country store
and the constant politickin (it's enough to make you sore
and sick in this polarization climate)
of intrigue and stressed envir'nment
it's enough to make you run
and head for "the hills" well, I'm done.
I guess alice isn't here or else I said it wrong
perhaps she never really was
alive outside this song
and that's ok because (you know) she's stark-raving mad
she turned into white trash -- no kidding -- just like that!
she was elegant when I married her
but some elephant -- it carried her
and now she's obese...
"can i get a release!?"
look I don't think that's any of your business, Uncle Joe
this place is totally front and I really gotta go
nothing to be proud of
I'm so glad I'm out of
the flesh of "kingdom then"
it gets worse before it ends
and my spirit is ascendant
and I'm no longer dependant
on the stuff outside of me
oh yeah, the somachotemy.
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