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August 20, 2011

Cock – a doodle do

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, animal, anthropomorphism, evil, fear, headwear, Hope, humanity, monsters, Tide, Time, Tragedy, Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 1:50 pm

Cock a doodle, cock a doodle do
any dude with a cock would squeeze his lemons for you
see yo later alligator, keep the pips in the refrigerator
any blind fool could see that one eyed greenhorn, time to emascuate her

get the defibrillator, quick! its a 187,
stealing heart in progress at the seven 11
sleep with the fishes if the fishes get lucky
meanwhile back in the barnyard the hens are gettin plucky

feathers flyin in the roost
straw people matting the hen-house floor
what do you take this hen house for?
your personal egg house, lord haw-de haw?

cock a doodle cock a doodle doo
all fired up with your didgeridoo
the 7 -11 is open past midnite
lets drive by and give it our best shot

i’ve had just about all i can take of this rooster cockburn
stick kim on the chuckwagon with the rest of the feathered-crew
we be eating crow till then
sow the seed somebody better put a muzzle on that kisser
because you know i do really miss her :(

Full of shit

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, evil, fear — Stevie McCabe @ 12:50 am

Don’t mess with me cos i’m full of shit
my colostomy bag do’t kow the half of it
one minute pretty vacant, the next congested
its a wake up call let me go ‘fore i’m arrested

hey i’m talkin to you ho
leave the money by the do’
and make sure that hound don’t pound-scramlble it
pan fried pan handlers  cooking nuggets and cheese whizz

what a gag a lag everybody must get stodged
never mind the bollocks here is the real drudge
the dodgy drudge report said 7-11 killer would be here
at 7:13 Eastern time give or take 5 minutes for this freakin heat

August 19, 2011

Ron-paulin it

Filed under: Ambivalence, Anger, animal, humanity, Love, monsters, Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 9:21 pm

hicksville you know where i come from
WTX way
you put a blister on by sister and even tho you missed her you know now she cannot walk this way

oh yeah i’,m ron paulin it, haulin it, eguiling it, sexy girl smiles in dismay
yeah well sometimes good things come in bad smelling packages

Texas vision, the big T my nemesis’ penisis is either smaller or bigger
lets be clear, my dick of course will be dwarfed by any niggah

thats the way of the world aint got no problem widdit
if you can get jiggy widdit i can get so jiggy with it

ring the bell, knock three times else i’m gone
anyone else down on elf street try to get me for a song

oh yeah i’,m ron paulin it, haulin it, eguiling it, sexy girl smiles in dismay
yeah well sometimes good things come in bad smelling packages

jiggy liggy jiggy get your labia out
your kiss is on the lips let it all hang out
hate to seem tongue in cheek but theres somethin sweet
bubblin udercover, someone call the heat!

oh yeah i’,m ron paulin it, haulin it, eguiling it, sexy girl smiles in dismay
yeah well sometimes good things come in bad smelling packages

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my best friend is my wirror and she is shattered
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put a spell on you like arther miller
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da GRS:  i luv u miz

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tryin to reign it in
but everyones talkin bout your buffalo soldier
time to pull it in
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a pig in a blanket with a high-tailed coat
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Hummingbird

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, Moon, People, Songs, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 8:42 am

Hummingbird, twinkling in the blue sky
Jewelled wings humming like a dynamo
Nibbling at the nectar like a pink flamingo
Takin the baby like an Ayers Rock dingo

Hummingbird, will you ever learn the words?
Takes one to no-one, talks to no-one
Keeps her teeth in a glass by the door
the’yre much too heavy to lumber around

So much nectar have to take the teeth out to dry
They’re rare as mockingbirds baby teeth,
humming, humming, maybe one day you’ll learn the words
of course no-one ever learns ALL the words

Elvish lives a tweety bird lives 9 lives
tweeting twice on the pipe means you aint gonna show
whip out your pink slip to get a free pass
to the seven-11 roadshow

August 17, 2011

straight out of dusseldorf

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Psychology, Rock, Tragedy, Violence — Stevie McCabe @ 3:52 pm

Fresh off the boat out of China, every man has a shiner
and un-touch-able wounds you wouldn’t care to shine a lite on
elliot ness has got a booze operation he wants us to move out west
its the canniest thing, theschwing bling, i don’t know what it is but i hear its the new thing

clap hands like a field mouse, sans – fur and tail
lookin to the elements to get him to Yale
a prima donna rodent on a rodental path
come here take this rodent pathway and run it up yer ass

charlie chaplin as useful as ever
filling full of his selfish flumes
culling media on the rag
wheat bags whitter the lonely tether

the watchmakers dick

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, animal, Hope, humanity, Love, Moon, Songs, Space, Spirituality — Stevie McCabe @ 10:08 am

everybody knows my tool is tiny as a watchmakers
its how you use it that silences the naysayers
infrequently with guests, freakin frequently with the best guest
the son of the seed with a freckle on his ass yes

his ass is his best asset, who asked? nobody
nobody knows the troubles i seen
settin up scenes for a shape shiftin giant
on a rotating stage which aint union compliant

how could it be if its only purpose is to
use centrifugal force to expel all competitors?
a giant and a lion walk into a bar
neither of them knows who each other are

some noble knob asks them which one is the christian
all hell breaks loose , yoda at his wits end!
lord who made the lion and the lamb
stop gargantua here turning flesh into pulp-ham

lookin for a master plan,
we need a good strong net and a mass of bait
sleep with the fishes if i have to
if i can master battering i can master bait

August 12, 2011

Charlie’s Sheen

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, Songs, Spirituality, Time, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 11:05 pm

Who knows what Charlie’s Sheen is made of?
Angels Dust or Devils Tears?
Reptile scales, shedding twice a year
all over the couch, the shedding’s substantial

No no no, its only tiger blood my friend
in a sticky base of Adonis DNA
Smear it on the slide, stick it under the scope
burrowing, tunneling, sleazing like a pope

sticky butter glue sticks like no other glue
it’s what they use to hold atoms together
muons, gluons lets stick together, quarks
two quarks make a Mindy mind, 3 quarks a Mork

You can’t make a monk out of a silky sows ear
But if you put lipstick on it and douse it in pheremones
with a couple of top quarks looping the loop
in a bubble chamber run by the zurich gnomes

August 5, 2011

fan of the man

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 2:27 am

if you’re not a fan of the man who are you a fan of?
batman, the tooth fairy , gary kasparov?
pavlovs dogs, jaws dripping on cue
the angels laugh but they too drip on cue

dripping like meat-plates inside glassy sennapods
filling collection-plates all full of ends and odds
nice talking to you you but i got a church to run
no time for babies, baby i was born to run!

dripping with scabies, entwhistles beat resounds
elbows on tables an all-with’ring beat down
hasta la keester the golden boot says it all
cracks in yer tailbone say you’re off the team; appalled!

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