Writing On the Wall

I have been writing on the walls lately Scribbling mysterious characters And spraying them with paint I carved the Mona Lisa into the bathroom door And made a sculpture of George Clooney out of toilet paper I am not sure what all this means Perhaps I am neurotic But it seems perfectly normal To have Brittney Spears T-Shirts by the fireplace I love Paul McCartney but I thought he was a Beatle Till that one-legged fiasco cost him his libido. But I digress, for what holds me in rapture Is that little teddy bear named Miley Cyrus. What a wrecking ball she is. Naked to world, does sin have no shame? I think that Venus De Milo would grow arms To strangle that stupid ***** Oh well perhaps I should go back to writing on the walls.