so have you seen the middle-aged men coerced by pensioners
having to switch from bertolli butter (olive oil inc.)
to benecol (olive oil inc. also)? no? i have.
so i have this for those scheming pensioners:
i’m gonna crash and burn baby, yeah, crash and... insert
chicken clucking onomatopoeia (i will not mutilate
such a fine 26 diadem thing as the alphabet on childish
notation... or censor f f c u c n k t) - i intended
the chicken clucking for middle-aged men.
but perhaps you managed to spot that night dervish,
extending his hand to the ceiling, and spinning round and round
and round to a song with his ******* touching the ceiling
for the added balance? hmm... that’s a tough one...
i think i did... although the sole eyewitness was drunk,
so there might be a problem deciphering the account he gave:
‘i’m on a carousel! i’m on a carousel! i’m on a ******* carousel
with jeremy cricket and stephen hawking! ha ha!’