I was never famous!
I was never even popular!
I never had a story to tell,
but I never stopped yelling my motto!
Friday, July 31, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Panther Eats the Stars!
Malibu is very bio-diverse community, a typical pool-party party includes four or five different species who don't always play nicely together, and midway through the evening you may find yourself bleeding from the ears in an unlicensed animal hospital on the outskirts of Rancho Cucamonga.
So here I am in a big grassy field with my new best friend Mr. Cobra and his job is slithering through the tall weeds and biting me on the neck, while my job is getting bitten by a cobra and being a very good sport about it!
Mr. Cobra appeared in more than sixty Hollywood productions before he became the famous party animal that we all know and love today, so he doesn't just slither invisibly through the grass, he rattles his tail on every dry stalk, hissing all the while like a deranged reptilian tea-pot!
"So bite me already," I scream! "I'm ready to die!"
But instead I endure hour after hour of this hissing slithering refugee from the Naked Jungle or the Naked City or some other equally hideous film-noir!
Hiss hiss and hiss!
Mr. Bullfrog and his beautiful wife join in from the nearby swamps of Malibu, and now we're singing...
Hiss! Boom!
At last Mr. Panther appears with a life-like replica of Shirley Temple in his jaws, blood and bits of Shirley Temple hit the walls, and one by one all the faraway stars disappear in the soft Pacific twilight.
So here I am in a big grassy field with my new best friend Mr. Cobra and his job is slithering through the tall weeds and biting me on the neck, while my job is getting bitten by a cobra and being a very good sport about it!
Mr. Cobra appeared in more than sixty Hollywood productions before he became the famous party animal that we all know and love today, so he doesn't just slither invisibly through the grass, he rattles his tail on every dry stalk, hissing all the while like a deranged reptilian tea-pot!
"So bite me already," I scream! "I'm ready to die!"
But instead I endure hour after hour of this hissing slithering refugee from the Naked Jungle or the Naked City or some other equally hideous film-noir!
Hiss hiss and hiss!
Mr. Bullfrog and his beautiful wife join in from the nearby swamps of Malibu, and now we're singing...
Hiss! Boom!
At last Mr. Panther appears with a life-like replica of Shirley Temple in his jaws, blood and bits of Shirley Temple hit the walls, and one by one all the faraway stars disappear in the soft Pacific twilight.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Sleep
I'm the hockey puck that knocked out
Bobby Orr's front teeth!
Now he doesn't even look like a human being!
He screams all night!
His own mother offered me $10,000 to kill him!
"Put him out of his misery!"
"Please!"
Bobby Orr's front teeth!
Now he doesn't even look like a human being!
He screams all night!
His own mother offered me $10,000 to kill him!
"Put him out of his misery!"
"Please!"
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Hound on Grandma
Dog-eared moaners abound!
I'm a hound on the
ground with a mango engram!
I'm a hound on Grandma!
I gave you a world and you transformed it into a
gormless freak-show for your
Romeos and oglers!
Now you want me to frown?
I'm a hound on the
ground with a gringo genome!
I'm a hound on Grandma!
I'm a hound on the
ground with a mango engram!
I'm a hound on Grandma!
I gave you a world and you transformed it into a
gormless freak-show for your
Romeos and oglers!
Now you want me to frown?
I'm a hound on the
ground with a gringo genome!
I'm a hound on Grandma!
Friday, July 10, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
How I Fixed the Economy
All the bees die first,
then all the girls
die
so I hitchhiked to Washington and killed a politician
and another and another and another and another
but all the bees died first,
then all the girls.
then all the girls
die
so I hitchhiked to Washington and killed a politician
and another and another and another and another
but all the bees died first,
then all the girls.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
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