Sand paper the butter Brillo pad and Ajax the kids Put a bandanna on the dog Water the cactus Then watch it drink That nasty shriveled up thang aint ever gonna bloom Like my cock Hairless Hardly ever hard Placid and flaccid Now you're ready Now you're set Pull out your twenty-four pack of Blue~ribbon You're a plumber cracked redneck, and my poppa Touch me like you kick the dog I chew on the remote control being too bored Tracy Ulman is on HBO practically still an amateur thespian. She is ugly and her tits hang irregularly I'm thirteen and my pet double yellow nape (amazon parrot) Gus, knows my name by heart I always answer him back promptly by replying, "What". He simply states, "Hi." We talk for hours about soap operas and politicians He is very open minded for a bird I wish my tongue wuz quicker to lash like mums I can't play basketball anymore because our asphalt driveway (The one my grandmother had installed before knowing that it was a rip off scam pulled off by the gypsies) Has begun its rapid deterioration back to the non existent red-gravelly-clay Giant water filled pot holes have caused my basketball to lose its dribble Forever Action Jackson and I play dungeons and dragons for days strait on end A natural teleportation back into the centers of our imaginations (we no longer have centers) We fall asleep with the fan pointing under the sheets of my waterbed with Ginsberg's Kaddish Becoming a pop up tent for us (to play in) At the bus stop we smoke weed and peg cars with snowballs Fuck them it's cold out, so chain tired!!! Sunvalley is the biggest trailer park in the world I can see the Donner Pass from my double wide Calling me to dinner