I am a drinky-poo or two, mor thin i shoe, and dinner a goo, rill such a screw, new trying rhyme, better this time dinner with thyme, parsley, sage, and soaked foot. dead skunk in the middle of the roadwhere it gotsed crush'd bye a kar, whuch were goin' far, to kalamazar, to visit the gran-d wazar. read harper's bazare fin d the news and see the werld. mixed werds, assorted nurds, and the stuff that the cat drug in... in others word(s) ... or what they said they say, or too bee blunt, that stupid c**t, (did you notis that c**t is a youthinasia for somethngi we's all know but are knid of knice to not to say it... ...) ((etcetera)), i'm feeling kinda lonley, what with being tolded than i can't do whet i warnts toa do's. but, seriumsly folkes, what can i say but, "are you my type, baby?" an' then getted slap'd in da faze. omigosh its hurt -- bar-r-r-r, grumble - grumbel - gimbel - "beertenders, too mor bars here!" --- wukka - wukka - wukka --- ------- what does the werld wanst frum mi amihoo? yours drinkingly, etcetera, etcetera Xooz -Xooz left at this point. - - - -no point, just wanted to type.
Originally written December 6, 1980.
