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.