How come I can't understand you?
You make funny noises, fella.
I must be Jewish or something.
All your ham has me moralizing.

Sit down, give someone else a chance
to be a monkey, do a dance--
and maybe they'll look in and see
what perfect fools we've all been being.

Don't try to tell me that's your voice.
You spit crass crackle giggle noise.
Your radio might be a piece of shit,
but find some soul and tune it in.

I'm not any readier than you,
but I don't throw my poo at people,
call it chocolate cake,
and ask them if they'd kindly eat it.

11/13/2009

Posted on 11/13/2009
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