Sunday, August 01, 2004

Baalzebub Jones

Baalzebub Jones sat on a throne
and nursed a hurting grin
spent years on his thesis
about spine molds and greases
then let the dogs curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin

Baalzebub Jones ate the bones of young elvis
and sold his houses for vomit
spent the remains on a pizza
made with virtue and nietzche
then knelt to lick spit off of chrome
he liked to lick spit off of chrome

and he said let's dance
herd your spit to the ranch
save your arms in a chest
spend millions on rest

his mother called to get his name
his brother sold his face on a game
his sister bought the library and burned all the books with shame
burned all the books with shame

Baalzebub Jones made of weasels and stones
gestured all to come on in
I'll verify you can park
overlooking moons in the dark
where dogs will gnaw on your bones
dogs like to gnaw on your bones

Baalzebub Jones kept his lungs near the phone
and ached to shrug off ruin
savoured tabouli and fries
matched his boots with his eyes
accessorized wit with high finance
high infidelitous finance

Baalzebub Jones sat on a throne
and nursed a hurting grin
spent years on his thesis
about spine molds and greases
then let the dogs curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin

dogs like to gnaw on your bones

come on everybody
go home



Comments:
I like the poem and LOVE the song.
 
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