OF STARVATION....
TOO MANY PEOPLE DON'T HAVE FOOD TO EAT, WHEN WE HAVE OUR
FLAVORFUL SOUP AND SALAD. DAILY I SEE THE RIBS OF CHILDREN
POKING-POKING THROUGH THE TRANSPARENT NO-WEAR.WE CAN'T EVEN
AFFORD TO GO DIG,DIG,DIGGING... IN THE TRASH BARRELS ON FIRE WITH DEAD
BABIES,FISH BONES, AND HOLY BAGELS WITH SANCTIFIED CREAMED SNOT AND
LOCHS.SO WHAT DO WE DO WHEN IT ALL COMES TUMBLING AND OVERFLOWING
THE SHOT GLASS? WE CAN'T FEEL THE PIT OF YOUR CHILDS EMPTY STOMACH. SO
WE CONTINUE ON IN OUR PHILANDERING AND PEDDLING OF USELESS BRINE. BRINE,
BEING THE BREAD AND BUTTER OF THIS GREAT AND HORRIBLE CONGLOMERATION OF
SELF-GENEROSITY. YOU THINK I MIGHT FIND YOUR SOLUTION DOWN THE BARREL OF
A LOADED FORTY-FIVE...POUND TUMBLEWEED. DON'T YOU DARE CALL IT WHAT YOU
WANT, BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT IT AND CAN'T FEEL THE TIME CLOSING...CLOSING OPEN
DOORS THAT NO-ONE GOES THROUGH. THEY MIGHT LEAD TO NEVERNEVER LAND WHICH
OF COURSE IS ONLYSILENT DECAYING BLISS. WHEN MY BUTTONHOLES HAVE NO BUTTONS
AND SHIRT-TAILS WON'T SELL BROKEN RECORDS ON THE STREET CORNER? SAY, SAY
YA DON'T SAY ANY OLE' CALLOUS WANTON THING. I CAN'T......CAN'T HELP YOUR KIDS AND
EAT THEM TOO.