I ran faster than my oven.
As I rounded the corner of the bulimic bowling alley,
My nose got smashed in with a hammer!
Blood was squirting out everywhere,
Even onto the baby’s fresh human taffy.
Don’t worry, he still ate it.
Then the ghetto angels woke me up,
Standing over me was a bullfrog running for president,
With full intentions of placing my features on the internet,
Pasted over somebody else’s body,
To indict the Department of Defense on charges,
Of neglecting the Cuban Burnt Nipple Patrol Liberation Front.
After 3 days of being slapped in the face,
To thoroughly dissipate my looks,
With a shriveled grilled cheese,
I stood on my feety pajamas,
And performed the carnivorous safety dance,
As the whole racially segregated block joined in.
Singing about their haircuts, sexual practices, and retarded babies.
Then we all got swept under the street cleaner.