Cuss Words Go In Falsetto
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It's not the heat
It's the humidity
that makes me sweat
and want to scree
m-at any fool who
approaches me
It clings to my shirt
and my underpants
Colossal red fire ants
(Pause)
inciting me to
rap and rant
in polysyllabic
barnyard chants
I let cuss words go
in falsetto
all the way
to Kokomo --
Indiana, they do flow
then stream on to Mexico
How did you know...
(Grand Finale)
Ratchet up the fire
just one notch higher
I'll breathe my last
in the town of Dyer --
Indiana...
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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