The Hetero Sapiens - Call Now
(c) 2008 by Troy Blackford
Why do you slice and dice at my soul?
Like a rotato of hate you won't let me go
Like a motorized weasel in my garden of love
You cultivate, loosen, aerate, and... stuff!
You make it easier for me to breathe
You filter out my infectious lies
With disinfectant steam
You're like fifteen high-value
PC CDs
That show you how to use Windows
With videos and things
You're like a Magic Bullet
Mixing up great drinks
You're like an acne medication
That works great, but stinks
But wait! There's more!
I just have to share:
You're like a sticky, stinging goo
That destroys my hair
Get a degree
On your own time from home
In criminal justice, interior design, or
Leave me alone
You're like a Foreman Grill
That cooks me flat
You're three easy payments
And that ain't bad
If you call now
And tell me you care
We'll throw this plastic spatula
And sponge both in there
Call now
Or I'll cry all night
We accept visa, mastercard, and
Treatin' me right
The number is up
Upon your screen
The writing is up on the wall
Please don't wait
Act now, don't stall
I think you're great babe
You'll get a great value if you call
"You're like a Foreman Grill
ReplyDeleteThat cooks me flat"
Ha! Awesome. I cried a puddle of garlic-scented banana cream listening to that song.