Wednesday, February 05, 2003

Wednesday Poem: Ode to Phil Spector

Big fat, soapy rat
Sat in front of the
Little rusty doorway made
By the oily man whom we
Used to make fun of
By throwing large bricks
At his sloppy house, and at
His several small adopted children
As they quickly walked to school
Under the veil of early
Morning Darkness,
As they sing silly songs
Written by dope fiends
During lunchtime binges of
Oxycontin and vodka.

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