The Thrill

Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled “The Thrill.”
And it goes somethin’ like this:
“I stand on the hill, not for a thrill,
but for the breath of a fresh kill.
Never mind the man who contemplates
doin’ away with license plates.
He stands alone, anyhow,
bakin’ the cookies of discontent
by the heat of the laundromat vent.
Leavin’ his soul!”
Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot,
you know, kinda off center,
then I drop down and then I go:
“Leavin’ his soul!
And partin’ the waters
of the medulla oblongata of
brrrrrr! — mankind!”

That was a damn good song, wasn’t it Doyle?

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