Slaves, slaves subscribe to misery
Hordes, hoard what can't be stockpiled
Stock-pilers scale back and bone up on bonuses
Lords, they lord skyward to deflect the immersing night
Cults, that retain cult-status, hail ****, the **** of our Earth
   the perimeters lengthwise and likewise permeate    
   and grill without toasting
   additionally write without ghosting
   haphazardly glide sans skid-free coasting
   irreverently guide us with preachments boasting of
Serbs & Croats who speak Belarusian
And who'll raise not a hand when a foot'll do
Call Debby, the podiatric surgeon, once your toes go webby, yeah!
Hold down unroped things when your rope runs out
Bleed white unbled things when your blood runs out
Sneeze red when your nose breaks open
Corn, corn makes for corny gasoline
   tomatoes start off green as do green peas
Call, call the ships by phone
Phone, phone the ships on call
Gore a fruit called Albert
Mail in your terms of surrender
Become the itinerant, high-yield lender
Pull down your pool like a big-time pretender
Sing like that dead Mexican: Freddy F. Fender
Sell it as new when you know ****** well it's not
Bony women in closets emerge!
Resurrect Love Gods in Leisure Suits and Gaye Bykers on Acid
Spare me the histrionics from the goodest book on ebonics
   on groovy chicks of the Tropics
   on praxic strictures less exotic
Spare me the smell of dog-**** as with dog-**** I can't smell it
Let's groove with Typee chicks close to the ocean on the beach
   or play grab-*** with them from the tops of cocoanut trees
   or direct them into clinics for pre-emptive mastectomies
   or tap them as tappers tap maple trees tapped for tapping