Purple Drank and Cheese

Purple Drank and Cheese

Scene Green Nicotine

I don’t know what those words mean

I’m being chased by a coked out fiend

Laughing hysterically while guzzling gasoline

If he catches me he’ll fry up my spleen

And serve it to you folks as a fine cuisine

Alert the Army and get the damn Marines

The undead are coming and they’re wearing my jeans

How long must the Gitmo captives scream

Before we shovel their mouths full of cock meat ice cream

It’s half past a quarter to my unhealthy needs

Dust off your loafers and shake off the fleas

Take a walk to the altar and get down on your knees

Pray to the porcelain throne until you beg “Please!”

“Make it stop I have to sneeze!”

And then I will gladly invite you over for Purple Drank and Cheese.

Giving that loving Feedback:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/94nkce/i_am_the_joker/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/94bgmy/feedback_request_the_nomad_heart/