Who's vein will my fetid fang Flay this night and let flow The scarlet scroll that feeds My perfidious thirst?
What trick in my trove Or treat of the flesh Will she trade for That hearbeat brief Flight into fancy And aeon's Fall Into damnation?
Zombie
with your brains in my brawn we're unstoppable
Wolfman
being a Wolfman is tear tear tear terrific.
Ed McMahon
Whiskey Spills, Bad Lovers, and Celebrity Deaths Come In Threes
"You know Johnny f**ked Farrah Fawcett when she Was still on Charlies' Angels," Says celebrity sidekick Ed McMahon from behind a Scotch Too cheap for an ex Marine To a second rate bartender/actor Paying too little attention. "And he always said that Michael Jackson was a f**king child molester," Says McMahon, pretending not to notice The celebrtity tabloid show Flickering in the corner. As late night sidekick Ed McMahon's Shaky hand spills a third trickle Of rot gut onto the bar he knows Back home his trophy wife And the three Pekignese are already Staring at the couch like They're seeing a ghost. Ex Marine Ed McMahon beckons The two-bit bartender closer And offers: "I can only tell you One thing kid: Whiskey spills, Bad lovers, and celebrity Deaths come in threes."
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The night is so clear Dolphins swim through it. All the noises in the world Become my noises and Even the stars tiptoe Across the sky To shine brighter in Texas. Some of us deserve more pain Some more happiness I just deserve more And I get it in small but Potent doses throughout the night.
I dumbed it down. I fed it McNuggets And put it to sleep With pop tunes. I made it join The Republican party. I drugged it with Cable television, I bribed it with Guilt-free sex And threatened it With religion. I spent a lifetime Beating it Into submission and The ungrateful bastard Still writes this poem.
