Shaggy

let’s get this over with, I’m over this an obligation, a conversation I’m a pro, you’re crass this nation is built on filters and self-flagellation. Do you follow me? Am I leading you?  Am I leading you on? The summer dawn brings the bees out And the shaggy dog brings the fleas out And what’s the point in this after all? Round and round we go And I’m losing sensitivity to your dilemma. That dog just ain’t shaggy And this server’s way too laggy to see me sniping you from miles away. And then of course, calling you faggy and dropping my saggy balls in your gagging throat: Tea baggy, tea baggy, tea baggy! This is a one off, hotshot, beatnik, slam God damn this dam that holds back the flood The spasms that contract my PC muscle and censor the bullshit that ain’t PC I hustle and flow, there’s a bustle in your hedgerow and I’d hedge a bet at every casino in town that the mortgage industry’s dying. This web is way too spirally. Too many flies are caught up and dying in it. I need to break down the strands with these big, strong hands and remember the point behind rhyming again. Second verse, same as the first. Perfect practice makes perfect, bad practice makes it worse And no matter how hard you practice, the end just brings a hearse So rehearse your life away, waiting for the day on stage Where the spotlight burns your eyes away and the makeup smears And the fake ones sneer in the background with the backdrops and the bad props that bad comedians use to get their chops up. That train of thought hit the spot. But this assignment was late, and rushed. Now, I could say the Russians bait America with their erosion of civil liberties Or I could say that Rush Limbaugh’s up late snorting coke like it’s the eighties Or that Rumsfeld was a dumbbell and deserves jail or Hell or Hades But why should I get political? It just doesn’t fit the motif, even if the sonic palette and syllabification matches. So oh well! Blow me! Censorship offends me too baby, you know me, but use that mouth for something useful Instead of prattling on about how The summer dawn brings the bees out And the shaggy dog brings the fleas out And what’s the point in this after all? Round and round we go And whenever we stop I’ll give you a call. To let you know that your dog ain’t shaggy.