Killer Girls and Flesh Eating Zombies

My head feels like it has a lava lamp inside The skull has a long crack going across the front I think it’s time to rotate the winter Mucha Slide up the spring beauty with her berries and birds Tis the season for old fashioned double features Killer girls and flesh eating zombies rule this year Sucking the crystal geyser for all it is worth The pole humping, lap dancing nemesis at play Think I’ll drop some winter pounds and grow a new tan Feed my birdies and then the melodies will come Make my life sound thrilling with my ukulele While I pour down those Beefeater gin and tonics I’ll collect pie birds and light incense each day While praying for a zoftig desperate housewife Change my religion back to innocent pagan Shed all this Christian guilt like a well worn condom I’ll hang Wiccan twig men in the lush green forest And read about the Peloponnesian war years Polish my ceramic frogs for the porch display Then ship my old video tapes to my momma Install some buckhorns on the hog for back relief And turn fifty with a big four twenty bong hit I’ll drop in just to ask question and make one think Then listen to baseball while hammering fine nails Grow some fat tomatoes in hanging flower pots Number my candles with secret hieroglyphics Yes, my head will crack open like a rotten egg Then the healing will begin, and the world will turn