Rhymin' Slimin'

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Trifling."

Some ragtag mailbag waves his flag at a lonely old veteran stag
While a nookie bookie sells his cookies to the rookie in cellophane drag
And loony tunes boils his spoons denying he croons while he flies
There's creamy dreamy and her steamy sighs, beaming polygamous lies.

Some dimwitted grad, an ignorant lad, clad badly in the latest of rags
Tips off his master, a pastor of disaster, and plasters the other fleabags
Look here McCoy, you lame cowboy, work your ploys away from me
I'm not amused, just crudely abused, accused and bruised by idolatry.

So chatty Patty and her catty ways, prattles on batty about her TV
While Joe the Schmoe runs the local strip show and no shows the GOP
The later dictator who almost ate her is now just a spectator in the night
He's a sick preacher of a teacher seeking only to reach her for a fright.

Low down Annie, dragging her fanny, past some Pakistani granny to her tomb
She wanders alone, slow blowin' cyclone, her life so thrown from the womb
Where some phallus of malice drinks from a chalice looking for Alice's queen
And gimme a thrill Bill, he wills from his still, a superior skill obscene.