Mr. Crispy vs. The Happy Math Wizard
by J.D. Nelson / July 2005
Protect your neck from Gregory Peck!
Measured mousehole, blowhole, a crumb or a speck named Pete
-- sashimi, Baphomet, kernel ok --
I'm longing for division and a taste of her saucy tamale.
Have manners gone right out the window with the bath otter?
Bad breath and sour feet --
I'm walking to the convenience store in my bath robe.
It has thousands of stars all over it,
like the inside of my fading brain.
I'll melt you down like a two-cent blue dinosaur with no shirt on.
The coffee girl brings more sweet cream biscuit cheeks.
The phone is ringing again.
I know it's not for me.