C. EVERETT KOOP

August came and went with regrets of a no show summer,
So off I go to paradise, hoping to get dumber.

There were thoughts that were bigger than a humdrum schmooze,
But I met some awesome people
And it wasn't all about the booze.

Awareness of my carelessness of bodily fluids,
Won't stop me from perusing my arousal at the news,
Of my forming a political party of kamikaze jews.

Underneath my pillow, my dreams about Willow,
Reside with pride in the constancy of faith.
In the minds that are so closed,
And the people that I've hosed,
With the logic of philandery,
I pander to my nose.
Because I smell your diaper rash,
And your affinity with hash.
Mash my potato in your grandma's ear,
Widdle down your tolerance for mushrooms and beer.
Never fear, I got you covered like your landlord,
Paychecks slurped like chicken soup,
Your big fat sugar daddy looks remarkably like:

C. Everett Koop.

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