IDIOTS MARRY TRICKS

Idiots marry tricks,
Idiots wait around for phone calls from hookers, 
But tricks are for kids,
And hookers have beepers.

Jeepers, self esteem hinged on drunk intimacy, 
Creepers, you've become unhinged by romantic ignorance.
Stoics had the ticket,
Sit in a room in darkness wrapped in shrouds of celibate moisture.

Idiots hold up mirrors of self defense, 
Self involved dramas cover up occasional loneliness.
Idiots age quickly as strangers float by, 
Idiots cry.

Idiots sow the reaps they seed,
Don't fear the indelicacy of xenophobia in a melting pot.
Shake the cages, rattle the eardrums of fundamentalist soda jerkers, 
Tell them to weep for salad days gone by.

Genius can self lubricate the gear shifts of its mind, 
Fine, some people need a little help.
Take that tuna fish off the shelf,
And merge her vectors Hector.

Add an extra layer of aluminum siding to your house in Tenafly, 
Protection from the noxious fumes of lamb korma next door.
What do you have to complain about?
Jill still rides my bus and smells like the possum 
she cooked in our backyard.

If Outkast isn't singing, "I owe you a stinky Matrick revival", 
At the end of BOB, then tell me what they really sing.

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