Uncorked
He’s crazy as a corkscrew
Twisted ...
driven to mess with you
Uncorked
Let the jinn out,
and watch the mischievous things he do
This raving lunatic
loves to mentally moon you
He will drop his social pants,
drop the civil pretense
Impolite are his words and finger gestures,
so please make sure you hide the women and children
Keep them safely out of his view
Because he can get
Frankenstein missing-one-neck-bolt on you
Uncorked
He’s spitting the casket taste
with every tobacco chew
Slime-ing the furniture everywhere
He’s drinking in the madness
descending down like Mountain Dew
Just beware
when he gets that blank, flat soda look in his eye
Trust me, you don’t wanna know why
When the sharp objects start flying,
when you hear a lot of screaming and crying
Know for sure that bottle of bizarre
has been uncorked
And madness now flows in the air unchecked
Would you like to meet this man,
if you haven’t met him yet?
Then take a walk thru the tombs and greet him
If so, then you’re crazier than he is,
I suspect
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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