Insects

Kaley was just looking at herself in the mirror
She was flexing her leg and saying,"Oooo, gross.  It's clumpy."
I said, "That's called a muscle."
I flexed my leg to the MAX
and said, "See, it's cool.  It's called a muscle."
She said, "Oooo.  It's all gross."
I said, "Well it's not like Insect Dude across the street."
I said, "Good night."

She ran a mile and got second place last week.
I thought that a good thing.
But now she has clumps like Insect Dude.


Insect Dude has a BMW that he covers
with a car blanket.  He rents a house
from an old Vietnamese woman that can
kick his tight insect buns and knock the
Raybans off his head which are or is
(if we knew singular vs plural) situated on
his perfect neck muscles... what's it?

Kovi has bad thoughts these days.
He gets a lot of toys this way.
He gets a lot of hugs having bad thoughts.
He's learned that bad thoughts fly through
And he has to let them keep going
And they make for toys

I wish I could get paid a dollar for every
bad thought I had.
I'd be a ba-google-ee-a-nair-ian.
I'd be like Chuck Norris.

Anybody that had a problem would only have to
Google... anything... any key word...
And Poof
I'd be on the top 10
In the search

Cha CHING!

I'd sell Laundry Detergent, the concentrated kind
I'd sell Coffee by people who really picked the beans
I'd sell Coke - a - Cola, the organic variety
I'd sell seeds
I'd sell NASA to America

I'd sell Pop Rocks in an Ice Cream Truck
The Ice Cream Truck...
I'd ensure that the song didn't repeat
I'd play Bob Dylan
Mumford And Sons
Rage Against The Machine!

Cha CHING!

Then I'd go to sleep
And dream of Pioneers
Cabins, Rivers and Streams