Scratching entertainment from a pile of tinsel incendiaries

Off he goes shovelling funster food into his dumpster gob

For the tenth time today

And he ain’t even fat

How ‘bout that!

And his praying with the drink on a humid Friday afternoon

Glass in every position

Congratulate him people

He’s a wanted man!

We’re looking’ about for an extension to his nervous tension

His feet tapping left to right

When he’s standing

Simultaneously!

Thinking of turning himself inside out for our canny audience

Seated backwards

Heads bow slowly

Patience for the bile!

When all else fails try trading in his skin for a different colour

Out there dad is disapproving

The church; ah the church

Easy what, to show it up!

C’mon freak, unzip the swimming stuff from your scrotum

There ain’t no women here

No babies to get scared of

Be damned you’re inhibitions!

Now he’s sitting with a ukulele playing his psychedelic teeth

No notes harmonising

Like the blues going straight

What for? May you ask!

And another thing he can almost quietly and very eerily do

Don’t be shocked

The type of guy he is

How he seeks approval!

Here’s his ego dancing like a leper ballerina lurking speed

They’re a double act

The pay gets bigger

And the manager says so!

The tensions been thrown into the playground with his skin

Nothing left but self-esteem

A strong sense of self

Some kind of purpose or what!

He’s thoughtful of the audience; for they have been truly truly

Very nubile to his act

Willing to digest the news

Hey this glum guy is hot!