Saturday, April 25, 2009

Fix It, Fix It, Six Foot Stitch

How long will we feel this itch?
Fix it, fix it, six foot stitch.

See the leopard,
Eat that shepherd,
Shredding claws.
Locking jaws.

Mother Nature, you’re a bitch.
Fix it, fix it, six foot stitch.

Tender meat is everywhere.
We use dainty silverware.
Closets get an empty stare,
When we wonder what we’ll wear.

Poor man, poor man, strikes it rich.
Fix it, fix it, six foot stitch.

Feet like a jackal,
Coat like a grackle,
This here smack’ll make you rich.
Clouds look holy,
Nose bleeds slowly,
Fix it, fix it, six foot stitch.

Where’s my pension?
No attention.
Wedding bells.
Shocking shells.

Reset, reset, there’s a glitch,
Fix it, fix it, six foot stitch.

Market’s dropping?
Let’s go shopping!
Hearts keep stopping; life’s a bitch.
Live for hire,
Then retire.
Fix it, fix it, six foot ditch.

1 comment:

Shadowthorne said...

Pardon me; but why six foot stitch?