Scurvy Bastard

Four-leaf-cloverfield

The fucking leprechauns are everywhere
we’re hiding out in the basement of AA
it’s the only safe place
while thery’re ransacking the city
tickling everyone to death
But they’re nothing compared to that giant creature out there
30 stories tall
the spitting image of Michael Flatley
riverdancing through the city streets
smashing skyscrapers to dust
Ach, th’ horrors, th’ horrors

Waste Knot

Swerving down the all American
As usual
Both ears swallowing radio-seed
I was informed
Prozac would be getting a warning label
Too many subscribers
Were canceling
Out
Out the window I spied
With 2 worn eyes
A landscape littered with casualties
From Madison Avenue to MTVland
& I thought
What could possibly be more worthless
Than suicide-inducing anti-depressants?
And then I remembered
It’s an election year
There’s hope yet