SUBMIT TO THE OVALTINE BATH

My mind is on hiatus like Tom Thumb's thimble 
And Jack won't be nimble or fortissimo.
Wrap Rasputin's beard around your neck as a scarf,
But don't tread on the munchkins 
who carelessly polish your toenails with nubian pride.

Shine like glowing condoms in an Eskimoic orgy,
But tomorrow the stains won't come out of your French Boudoir,
Even with Comet on your tongue.

I burst upon the scene like a card carrying capitulator,
But its an uphill battle to keep the forest green.
And the shrubs in your attic grow along your large intenstine,
And the economy staples your dreams to your ass.
And you're not being followed around by the IRS,
And your phone wasn't tapped by Napster,
And your mammy didn't want that Porsche you promised her,
And your "Egg Foo Young and the Restless" script rocks,
And your nouveau riche friends actually did invite you yachting.

Yeah.  OK.  Right.  OK.  RIght.  OK.  Right.

I walk through the woods like a superstar,
And overgrown moss covers up my scar.
Buillionaire soupmakers compared to nazis,
So you step back and remember:

To forgo your bomb sheltered backup schmuck wife,
Forgo your anti-republican knife,
Forgo your authoritarian strife
Submit to he Ovaltine bath.

You lisped out your Grandma's eulogy to the sweet sounds 
of a Narcoleptic Necrophiliac fucking Walter Matthau's corpse 
and man its really had a couple of weeks to culivate its mushrooms 
and smell like the Rock's armpit.

{POETRY}