My funny head, off
rolling down the narrow path.
Sick sense of humor.
Sick sense of humor.
A qualification for
Being a Doper 
Being a doper
Affords no particular
Ironicity.
Ironicity:
ability to remove
wrinkles in t-shirts.
Wrinkles in t-shirts
Are trendy now; tomorrow:
starched collars, ho!
Starched collars, Ho!
Called out by natty bosuns.
From lofty crow’s-nests
From lofty crow’s-nests
I spy sluts on an island
And I cry, “Land Hos!”
And I cry, “Land Hos!”
while my brother on land says,
“I see garden hos!”
“I see garden hos!”
And Santa Claus, from his sleigh,
Observes Ho, ho, hos.
Observes Ho, ho, hos.
Hic haec hoc, hujus hujus
Hujus, huic, ect.
Hujus, huic, ect.
Latin killed the Romans, and
Now it’s killing me.
Now it’s killing me –
Fled the spiders, but died to
Creeper explosions.
Creeper explosions.
Sooo glad I no longer have
a crawling baby.
A crawling baby,
Rug rat or ankle biter -
They have many names.
They have many names:
Air biscuit, barking spider,
Or morning thunder.
Or morning thunder –
That’s Thursday, according to
Etymology
Etymology"
“To bump”, sixteenth century,
Scandinavian.
Scandinavian
Prisons are more posh than my
Two-room apartment
Two-room apartment
Sounded good until I found
Both rooms are bathrooms
Both rooms are bathrooms?
You could sleep in the tub and
live in number two.