UNCLE MOM HOUSE LIVERS

Aggrandizing your future with a twist of lime,
Big plans, Big money, Big glass of red wine.
But the fortune teller laughs when she looks in your eyes,
"In six months time you will bump into Geraldine Ferraro 
at a singles bar and your bladder will never be the same."

Blast forth through capitalist endeavors,
Keep your legs in the air,
Keep your mind green, 
Six figures in your spleen.

Ventilated shafts pour forth sulfuric fury,
I dub you king of sagging boobies,
Queen of queeny saboteurs,
Stalking the night with razorblades
Brandished upright against the necks of the ones you loved.
A little white dove, flies down and pecks at your abdomen,
She touched you deep in your golden smegma.

Inside the pocketbooks of Indian merchants,
Lies the last forgotten truths of Nirvana and GG Allin,
Hatemongers covered with vulturous scars,
Your most ardent admirer died anonymously in Peru

Raise a toast to your landlord, blackened teeth 
Covered with ivory and the scrambled brains of the Democratic Orgies,
Rage against hamburgers,
Rage against Harry Belafonte,
Uncle Mom house livers, do scare me.

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