Tuesday, February 10, 2009

How Trent retains Buddha’s lunch funds while preserving Brand Allegiance

I chide you from the squishy lap of Trent Reznor.
Squishy remains clammy, but sanctuary
My assistant, Video, does the cleaning
Cleanliness is next to the security guards legs
Limping, but about spring

Isn’t time when Amy Tan was a gargoyle?
I don’t care who rattles my johns, as long
as I am fucking john in my garage
Working two jobs and kidness
I found myself in a leased yugo
Grab the hatchback knew that Izzy (Stradlin)

Fingered me under the gargoyle bottomless pit
Of celebrity hate
Talc, test sheets and swirlies
Sex with an honest tan does a nation blossom
Porching it rocking on my cymbals to Bill Me.

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