And All You Can Do Is Laugh (2)

Wednesday's dirty blood clot Hoards of leaves wear 3D glasses To whisper the wind's plea to accept an emptied room Backtalk, the Bethlehem of patios points backwards Footprints at the stagehand puppets friendly lament This is a no choking zone! Hypocrites in a china cabinet An exit bound conga line A busy junk yard It's McDonalds versus a handful of dry seamonkeys Awaiting the wet sponge Face smack domino Vampire infection, mark A tub of 'spensive people serum Two inner-tubes thick Attracts cerebus from southern Ohio, girl Some like it hot Shitting one's self Scared, back onto the swing set Tastefully terrible caricature of "Construction Man" Back and forth, back and forth Saving myself on one day, tarred and feathered for life on the next (Excuse me) Is it built brick on brick? Or the pages of poems? Bound by the school house thread? Wrap it all up in a paper towel Until the bottom rips out And the football's fumble Should the rules by which a desert cactus lives be adopted by the sycamore as well? Ha! The cloud is dead, the fog has cleared The sun is peaking through "a happy little tree" Bob Ross? Yes! The cloud is dead, the fog has cleared The sun is peaking through "a happy little tree" Bob Ross? Yes! He's underground Way underground Herbert Hoover, he's underground Stupid underground L.B.J. is underground Super underground Grover Cleveland, he's underground Mass underground William Howard Taft is underground Straight underground Zach Taylor, you know he's underground Crazy underground Calvin Coolidge is underground He's hella underground Even big G.W Yeah, you know he's underground! (Deep down) It is funny how people do all kinds of things Most of it's just a lot of bullshit You know what? 90% of the things I've done in my life ain't as important as you sweeping that floor Or sitting there eating your sandwich You know why? "You can't look cool Running across the street" And bottle broke And the soap was left sink side Or the bartenders never pay attention Show and tell With a gag blindfold Wrapped around the entire congregation Constraints "Put another dime in the jukebox, baby" Pocket full of lightning wads And cat calls gush (Gush) Like, I've never died from thirst While preaching up the wrong tree, or slinking through the fence Through the posts Because you can fit 42, 71, now 0 Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a pleasure My lightbulb's gone grey Something (something) most changed since stuffing My lightbulb's gone grey Something (something) most improved since stuffing A leaf in it's twilight looks a million bucks Like hot pink paint you couldn't buy before synthetics To sit under the first autumn tree in the park And watch a tee-ball practice just before dark Sunset is an all day process (1, 2, 3) Here's the meat I can't count 40 fat women in spandex Power walking circles around me As I stare at a deserted baseball field Writing a rap in red pen on the back Of a printed e-mail folded twice Hot dog!