Today, I bring you two poems from the cesspool of the human collective unconscious mind.
"Fleas"
Adam
Had 'em
(originally written presumably by Ogden Nash)
And now...
An original composition.
"An ode to Brother Scare"
Oh Bro Scare, your voice as recognizable as the moon
You blanket the waves, and fill us with gloom
I do not care for you
I sit with my radio in hand, and Jack Daniels in the other
"God will he drop dead already" exclaims my mother
I really do not care for you
I went to my psychologist today
"I've been feeling odd the last couple days"
"How so" he questioned
"The voice of Brother Stair has taken residence in my mind"
"Maybe you should ease your mind"
"How can do I that, I'm really in a bind"
"Oops, five more dollars, you've exceeded your time"
Brother Scare, Brother Scare
You say there's evil everywhere
From the cracks in the sidewalk, to the dandruff in my hair
You plead to us daily, crying for us to care
But the fact of the matter is, I'd rather do calculus instead
When my girlfriend is with me
And I turn on my tecsun
There you are 'a preachin' on 7 different stations
Honeymoon and candles, red wine and some overcomer
So do us all favor
We'll even wave 73's!
Brother scare, oh brother scare
Sign-off already, go away to be found nowhere
I hear my train a comin
So now I take my leave
Putin and Kim Jong are visiting for new year's eve
Give me more subjects to describe
I shall blow you away, by my amazing word weaving
73's and 55's, see ya later, get high, let's all just bake a pie.