Down at the orangish river that waves 'neath the sulfur creek bridge I fell in love with the mentally-deranged X-governor Tommy Ridge His coal-mine-deep anals were frigidly off-putting & purely tragical unlike his knobs that were, what dog Walter Disney called, magical We fell in fakey love like folks on welfare & we couldn't look back 'cause his big knees were out-swollen by his century-old scrotal sac 1 day we shall conceive 19 Mongoloid kids when nobody's looking in the attic of hot-lovin' love where we enjoy 100% ****** cooking At the river of witches I dug up the moldy corpse of Lloyd Bridges He appeared unwell as his **** was grooved by hemorrhoid ridges, & his gray brains were burned, shriveled, unusable, blue & parched like Mario Soother Bing's crena ani after he'd preached & marched Lloyd loved me mucho more than he loved Turks for Thanksgiving before rottin' by the putrefying process after he'd stopped *** living