I’ve got cranium can opener
For beers domestic and free
Screaming matchbooks
Screaming dreams
To a crowd like me
Flank in a flack jacket
I have sour memories
Of pork-laced cutlets
And bloodied beef
I love those colds rubbing up
Against me
I found the fountain of youth
And it runs on propane
Beef rings the bell
Kiss the cook
C’mon kiss the cook
Denouncing claims
Taking aim
Topping off
My propane
I identify where my
Manhood should be
Boomhauer
Boomhauer
I miss you every day
Clogged up
Arteries
Snapped suspenders
Broken pants
Meat has been
Tender to me
So bright
Burning blight
Kiss the cook
C’mon kiss the cook
C’mon kid
Monsanto
Momma Santa
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