DANCING WITH DANGER
Fat Boy and the Morons
sing a hip hop and rap crap song
at 2 o'clock in the morning
right under my bed,
and now my sleep is gone, gone, gone,
and I wish that they were dead.
I think of all manner of revenge
and realize at last of
something that almost
rhymes with orange.
Making waking jokes for myself
I take the old chestnuts off the shelf.
I see Fat Boy's dog has pissed
in the stairwell
I would love to rub Fat Boy's
nose in it
before I dispatched
his miserable soul to hell.
My iced coffee lies as
cold as my heart
but I guess his mother
would take his part
cause she had this shit
when she should have lit a fart.
Now the world has this 300 lbs. of crap
waddling along with the Morons in his wake
and just for simple justice's sake
I'll piss in his motorcycle's gas tank
and with that be the late night avenger
and show this big dumb jerk
that he's been
dancing with danger.