Oil Man:
When an old man’s droolin’ spittle
And loose around the middle,
And with a worn out heart.
It’s because they keep exhumin’,
To the point that I’m inhuman,
And I’m only made of parts.
On a bender, I go mental,
I’m less than continental,
Disregarding life and art,
I defend the broken arrows,
As a boy I shot at sparrows,
Now I’m only made of parts.
For a fee, I’d drain the sea,
To pump the oil below…
Dubithy: Wherefore art thou, Conoco?
Oil Man: An oily teat… light and sweet!
Just to stop the drills transocean,
heresy, commotion,
I think I’d fall apart.
I say bung, I’m the skipper,
Are you shocked, a double dipper?
For a war I’ve got to start!
8 comments:
Chris, I read your Blog and I found it to be quite interesting and awesome too. I happen to have and extra $0.10 just lying around. I think I'll buy some pennystocks that you have.
I'll take 10 gumballs please.
-yours in debt, Phil
It's always about your blog, isn't it...
you you you. what about me, my thoughts, my wants, my needs, my desires?
my bestfriend ryan works in conocophillips. him & his are always well-lubricated.
split a gumball?
Now there's an interesting song/poem!
Did you write that?
That's awesome!
I should have put a disclaimer on this. It's from this site. It's very funny, it's week's worth of posts at least.
Fascinating! I should use this in a discussion of the construction of masculinity! I had forgotten what a genius you are.
Isn't the director's cut of The Wizard of Oz great? I'm so glad they found the missing footage. This is the version where they storm the castle, kill the witch, and then can't locate the supposed "broomstick."
You're writing poetry to me. How sweet.
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