I've been suddenly promoted by 11 raunchy ****-joys to head of jury
after falling off the court house building that caused my head injury
that was injurious to my slick-chick-hick-eye-baiting phlegm sprain
over the kitty cat calls of 1 swollen-shut dog's nictitating membrane
When cukes are worth more than gold, slutty *****'ll pawn pickles,
pickled in the remains of  satanical dirt-bag goons like Don Rickles
whose ill-will for krauts'll be sated when, with blood, Bonn trickles
I asked crapped-out Denis Johnson, the boozin' writer, dwarven elf,
Can't you spell Denis like everybody else? Denis Johnson, silly elf!
Start spelling Denis with 2 n's, like everybody in the world, or else!