In Ignobeotten

In dreams I’ve sniffed out something rotten,
From here to distant Mandalay,
And for my rotten verse I’ll pay,
In the far land of Ignobeotten.

Under a spreading chestnut tree I’m jottin’
Poetry for my sweet Bess,
Who in her pants has made a mess,
But shipped out to cool Ignobeotten.

In my garage I got a cot in,
Hard by the polished ancient Ford,
Once long ago I was freakin’ gored
In that far land of Ignobeotten.

In this here bong I put my pot in,
Smoke it till I’m flying far,
Burn my butt upon a star,
Or just the flames of far Ignobeotten.

Sometimes I wish I was forgotten,
Especially when I get the screw,
I wish I was in Timbuktu,
Or in the far, fair Ignobeotten.

I knew a girl who put a dot in
Her forehead and she winked her eye,
She kidnapped me to old Mumbai,
I thought I was in Ignobeotten!

This huge mess that now I’ve got in,
Will be the death of me I’m sure,
But still I seek my paramour
In the brothels of Ignobeotten.

With this rag I blow my snot in,
Of black and blue and sickly greens,
Or sometimes I just wipe my jeans,
Until I get to Ignobeotten.

I dreamed of Bobo Skiwatten Dotten,
A not uncomely, big-boned girl,
And even though she made me hurl,
I took her to Ignobeotten!

My kneecap once I was shot in,
By Al Qaeda on the street,
The fools were aiming for my feet,
I wished them all in Ignobeotten.

Darkness finds me schemin’ plottin’
How to move, to put put put,
So as to save my weary but,
Upon the shores of Ignobeotten.