Holy blistering mumwumps the fish came out my
ass. Spewing apple sauce he tied me up and made us write this
poem. With love snowballing and teabag the lovable pigzz.
Mmmm mmmm mmmmm
The goober fish is looking at the digital whirled
Spun out and giddy
All the beautiful corn
That he can handle
Wide open golden fields of corn.
The goober fish is scared off a conservative board
The whacks him over the head and tells him he is a bad bad fish.
The fish is not a post modernist he is a big stick expressionist
Or by the marks on his skin an impressionist
Oh yah the fishy wishy fishy wished is afraid that one day
He would look artistic with an orange side of kelp and some
A man looks over the fishes shoulder says that sick
At the modern primitive fish with hooks through his lips
And another man with a forked tongue.
That's a look easier done by joining the conservative alliance
Now that's a party that can be no fun to join.
Or invited to. All of a sudden the hyper annoying kid whose
party it is a first gets replaced by the suave hip man who so
modernly right in view of homosexuals that he would never get
caught in a dress that time in college was just a fluke and
the bar he though the girls at the door were really tall.
And the fish is scared closets are way to frightening has dreams
about going through discovering the white white singing abba
disco tunes and this is far above white lines and black traffic
The fish is scared of the knife of self doubt that bones him
The fish is scared the gee I eight the world will eat him too.
This man says cutting your tongue like that is like a woman
cutting of her sons arms to make money.
And we do this in the everyday as our lives fuel the corporate
aircraft of greed
And we welcome the crash in the trade centers of our lives cause
it's just another excuse for the world.
Yes the goober fish is scared.
For the g8 surgery
He wakes up all pretty thin lips like some superstar
Big breasts just like his dad after sitting on the couch and
having to many beer
And that rockstar walk just makes him queer
For all the beauty of a face lifted world the inside is still
Why does the g8 sound like Jihad cause it's a holy war against
the poor the underclass.
There nothing holy about war.
You end up with the absence of a generation.
Maybe it's the in the lost that you find god or mohamad or buddah
And what is the world needs now is a new mcdonalds and the fish
can never get it right.
Left or middle the fish doesn't know what school the swim in
and creates a new revulsion.
Has dreams a about a third eye beauty contest and he knows just
what to do
He begins to eat the head
Then the fins
Then the tale oh the goober fish is
Eaten the goober fish is eaten
Before the gee I can eat the world eats him to.