I went fishing for some fishes to eat, To gather those fishes I used living worm meat, But, the worms on the hook, The fishes just took, Repeat and repeat and repeat.
I pay homage on this day to my Irish-American grandmother, Flossie Helen Murphy and to her family who came to this land from a place called County Cork, Ireland.
Some say my mind is not too smart, Because, I like destroying ancient art, I like to show that stuff don't last, Especially, stuff that's from the distant past, When I see old idols I see red, Especially, of religions now long dead, Those ancient things, they mock my ways, And I bring their end of days, The old statues and pottery I will pound to dust, So, in graven images none will trust, Then, to my new idols all will bend their knees, And, worship only the old oak trees.
I went fishing and caught a hook in my ear, It was so annoying that my boat I couldn't steer, Then, there was the fog, I didn't see the log, And, my boat sank and I spilled all my beer.
Although, he traveled to many exotic lands, Marvin never bothered washing his hands, Of course he caused a pandemic, With a disease so systemic, Marvin had lumps all over his glands.
I had garbage pickup that I did not pay for, It was the dumpster behind a chain grocery store, I never felt any shame, Till they found my address and name, Now, I'm in jail serving between three months and four.
April snows, Bring garden woes,
And, ruins everything, April snows, Freezes little toes, And, makes infected ear drums ring, April snows, As April goes, Is no harbinger of Spring, April Snows, As everyone knows, Puts one on Google and/or Bing.
All souls exist in a small bubble of time,
With fading ideas as they pass through their prime,
So, if you find that your mind is now drifting off in a fog,
Then, before you forget your thoughts set them down in a blog.