Disney's Dead

I've been skinned and drained
By an awkward auto-gyro, and I've been
Cross-examined and double-crossed
By the ends of time in shreds.
I've been late for sick call, duty call, recall,
I've been worn in a notch and stuck in the mud
And there's just not much you can do about it all--
There's no honor or noble stance that's left,
Just the infamous hooks for hands
That scratch your ass and paw your crotch.

You can't do nothing about me
And who the hell are you?
Oh, look, ain't life grand,
Ain't it sweet now?
Doesn't it shine, after all?
What a travesty it is
That your darling looks like some old transvestite now
And that the baby's sick in the hospital again,
Not to mention in a whole other town--
And the rest of us aren't exactly well.

I'm in the cheese-dip peering out,
I'm porno-fed, and pork distressed,
I'm wet behind and cross-dressed in the front
Completely harmed and then
Tricked out in hazardous orange and yellow,
Anxious 'cause my hair is all on fire,
But I'm engulfed in a cryptic rot
From my waist to my knees
And can't even think about my brain
Because I'm afraid of the answers
To the most preposterous questions.

I've been lost in the dust and spit on by a native girl,
And I carried her away on a dream once or twice,
And held on tight with all my might,
But it didn't matter.
Nowadays there's a cowboy on a flying red horse,
He's got a yellow bandanna on his neck
And he's flapping his yap in the dead of night
While the blessed wind blows hot
And snuffs all those breezes out
While all the buttresses give way,

Where every well-turned word turns round
And hits the fan like that famous turd
And we both got a laugh out of it.
Were you okay? I doubt it.
As for me, I think I've turned both ankles
And grown appendages that grew flabby
And anemic and then terrified.
I'm so terrible, I'm so troubled,
Oh honey, I'm so fast, I'm so So,
I'm so brash, I'm so tangled in the past,
I pull the sheets up over my nude white ass
To cover my death
And invite Nothing Again as far as any can tell!

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