TVLiving The ABCs© 2001 Jesse SlokumOn the "A" side of this here life? Who was it got you so strung up Are you afraid that someone's knife Might cut the string of you sanity? It's only the first letter It doesn't really signify... Nothin', whoever told you better Was only trying to dignify The tale the mirror told, vanity Has four letter in common with the WORD In this verse with which it rhymes! Then scriggles can't tell lies On their own, they need us To use or abuse them! Them wiggles that catch eyes On the street sure feed us Neon shines like a gem! Hip huggin' pants look so good In the vis-u-al buzz Of its candy-cane glow! But, if you feel like a falcon in its hood, And your mind is stuck on FUZZ - Tone, you can still stop the SHOW! All them million-dollar Mabels Looking for ONE-of-a-kind Sables Always turning those tables They made poor stuttering Jim Feel like he wasn't in on the swim You're either too fat or too slim For somebody's CROWD It's enough to make a proud Man cry out loud! But, that was before he met VIV Guess she knows how to live And hasn't forgotten how to live... Why don't you make the switch To the "B" side of reality Move to a straighter pitch Where you may just be what you see? Now you've got two clues to the mystery... Even if it looks weird It's just what Lewis Carroll Must have really feared At the bottom of the barrel The mind managers call it history... If this dancing Trope - ical tongue has you curled UP in a ball, just watch the PAN-to-MIME... Of course, it can get much WORSE The SHIT hasn't even hit the FAN No one yet dares talk about the SMELL... Forget the Powers of the PURSE, Pick up a MOP & and a tin can, That Shit smells worse than HELL! Put a clothes pin on your nose And give that handle a healthy heave There's no place on earth to hide It's sooner than you suppose Do you think you'll be the last to grieve, Or, are you waiting for the Saucer RIDE? All them million-dollar Mabels It's time we got around to "C" The third stage of the PLAY That's enough to know "A" to "Z" In a completely aware Way. The spirit beyound all our PAIN! Sooner or later, we come to be Ev'rything at ONCE, or nothing at ALL It's really not just a circle to ME... When your heart answers it call No myster in history is so arcane That it isn't like an angry word hurled At all the perpetrators of crimes... Wrap it up, put it in a BAG Take it home, leave it in the RAIN. Pay good money, watch it rust, You can call this an existential RAG Blame it on Rome, or marauders from the PLAIN! Swear there's no such thing as JUST 'Cause I ain't the last, nor am I the first Maybe I didn't, but I hope we just got through So, make your own date today with Oblivion Drink up tonight, slake your thirst I'm just happy my friend Jim, got to Meet a woman named Vivian! |