Eat my lemon-flavored shorts
Twilight used to be my favorite time of the day
But now it makes me sad because the hours have wasted away
The day becomes night, and I become frightened
Of the ghost of myself
Nativity scene under my arm
Hello little bug
Were you born in the rug?
Bread machine, bread machine
Vomit in the soup terrine
Wood berries
Dingle berries
Those are some smelly fairies
Bowel vacating
Sounds elating
It’s the year of the tongue
