INCESTUOUS PEDIATRICIAN

Calling all calamities, 
a clammy hand upon my tongue.
A noose around the loosest gown,
Reminds you you're still young.

So go out looking for a hookup in the meat market gutter, 
I said get your groove on hypocrite and no I didn't stutter.
As the pickaxe falls across you scoliosis dreams,
And the disappointment turns into a surgical scheme.

I will anoint your hairy kneecap with a ripping tribute,
But please avert your ears from the concerto of my skinflute.
Sycophantic Pacifist so proud of Nader,
Oh yeah, he says tomato, but I'll always say potater.

Fertile land where turnips grow,
Crushed by marauding lesbians.
There is freedom beneath their skirts,
And they wear it with an odd glow of fierce power.

That worm inside your mouth is the tongue that you hate,
Like the onion-stained kiss of a reprobate.
As the Jack-the-Ripper of cats roams Chinatown,
I thank Zeus that Üma is not "Roast Pork" Foo Yung.

Changing times and Changing diapers,
Nasty little venomous vipers,
Spitting lies about my life,
Misinterpretations and rumours of a mistreated wife.

Yeah, I keep secrets from you and you and you,
Because you suck and if you knew them,
You'd treat me like an incestuous pediatrician.

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