Arsenic lions and knocked up scarecrows
Jumping jacks and a lump of hair
Wriggly worms with top hats and knishes
With less the salt and paprika of rare
Brown watches and more paprika
Tapioca is my best friend
Ari with an edible carriage-patch
Hoeing drivers and stirrups up there
Savvy Clitoris making faces
Eating bubblegum without a glare
Rice and ladies
Having babies
Masked storks looking rad
Radder could be a knocked up scarecrow
Or inserting CDs in your hair
How many strands do fat people own?
Let us count them all
One two three four
Four.
Titles coming in star wars motion
Lights all shining much too brightly
In my eyes and through your toes
Volume up with crematorium
Burn this shit up they did say
Knotted up knickknacks
Klans without the klax
Kays with Kaufs and Krazy Kracks
And that is the end of K.
I fucking Blew your mind.
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