Years passed by and you are not here Did the butler go with you? "Because he isn't here either" In fact, nor are my tassels. Dammit, I went and lost my tassels, probably on a jungle expidition to promote slavery, strip mining, and the extinction of beautiful defensless animals. Chirp, tweet, honk. [And now a word from our sponsor 'Big Toke' the only way to burn, and 'Cashmere', rich, plush, tasteful makes you wonder where it come's from huh... HUH! Well we're not telling.] I'm confused My cleverness has turned into a very dill pickle *Hippy breathe* "Was I right?" Ask Kennedy, beg Ghandi, Straddle Stalin, free ballin' 'Urban' is just another quick easy word for minority edginess. Wow, isn't that fresh. Like a french fry hunting for a condom wrapper to chew on under my Dodge Omni's back seat. I give you my Spuna I wanted to SPune you Back to happiness "I thought thats all you wanted" I didn't know you wanted it Desert hickory, and muave wall pattern. I hesitantly take my land away It got dumb from your dumbness Somewhere in Texas a village is missing it's idiot, but Somewhere in outerspace a comet is finding one, see how that works? You ask if I'm gay, "Why are you so fucking merry?" My temper flanges; *trumpets, "Because, I'M GAY!!?* I get up, to my feet, and say "Yes, but Andy there's more... I'm also the son of Lucifer, can we still be merry together?" Shock splattered all over your face I whispered, ""See you at home... Dear?"" She leaves with the Butler, but comes back with the Florist. Do I give you my scarf and cap, and...love? So you can dump me again for the Landscaper? No. Just ask the Butler! "He'll clean it up!, He cleans everything up!" I scream sobbing from the foyer, and breaking a heel... You arrive, and pick me up, you brush me off and tap my bottom and say something witty like "your father must have been a tree farmer because you're a stump" Then I getch you another, and we toast! and we toast! To all kinds of irrellavent things like soup and socks, and fudge with nuts. And I hope you mind I fired the butler He did do his job He made this life easier! But unfortunately I don't feel that I deserve it. (The rest is just a mad blur of death metal, and bleeting farm sounds with a buzzing...