Harsh laxative sourced from a can
Found it’s way to Superman
Dose was so massive
It left him inactive
Now he's just ... Pooperman
I bought some windshield-wiper fluid
And some Ex-Lax for my bowels
I had no toilet paper
But I did have paper towels
I wiped the windshield-wiper fluid
On my windshield made of glass
And I wiped the paper towels
On my stinky little ....
My wife says, 'Relax'
My son says, 'Chillax'
My daughter tells me, 'Smilax'
I nod ~ downing Ex-Lax
A sudden decision to hate Max
Who sent his bills like a tax,
Although, I’d wired him a fax
About a song I must first wax.
A reason to twist and turn
And out wardly burn,
Letting prejudice be born
And a relationship torn:
My defense; an easy-going creditor
Can bide with a lazing debtor
After I’d begun to hate Max
My face became supremely Lax
As though some stuff devoured from Octavio Paz.
Something called "Ex-Lax",
a popular laxative,
looked like chocolate.
Remedy sold in drug stores
for irregularity.
inspired by another member's poem
Ex-lax if you please
Helps me tolerate old age
I try not to sneeze
I once was a little bit lax,
Failing to pay my income tax.
There is no need to guess,
I then faced the IRS;
Was sent to prison to relax.
LAX- luxury, access excess, go put on your Prada dress, risk it all for the Hollywood game, another night, don’t remember his name, just another wannabe to join the climb, for your name up in the Hollywood, lights.
Don’t recognize the reflection in the mirrors, the cracks and lines are becoming clearer, the long days, and the hard nights, taking their toll, waiting for the call back, for a starring role.
Layer by layer you get stripped away, wandering down Ventura, or Marina Del Rey, a broken doll is all that you are, to that C list movie star.
Another day, another audition, another waiting call, for your burning ambition, another snorted line to cure your condition, stumbling and slurring and you’ll never stop, just easier for you to sleep your way to the top.
Pretty baby, you’re the talk of the strip, rock n roll lady, take another sip, baby girl, you wake up in another directors bed, now one snort too many, baby doll, now you’re dead
I want some chicken to chew on
I wanna eat it until its all gone
I want to slather it in turbo lax
And cover it in tic tacs
I love the chicken's neck
My parents always say "what the heck?"
But i don't care
Finding a grilled chicken neck is very rare
I'd kill somebody if they try to steel my chicken neck, but who would dare?
I eat it so fast i'm like the hear in tortoise and the hare
So when i see a chicken it better run
Because what i'm going to do to it isn't going to be very fun!
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