I’m feeling something coming on. It might be a special feeling. I think I’ve got… I know I’ve got something to say!
I can take indelicate but not impolite
Dumpster diving etiquette precludes wearing white
Grecophiles know “nostalgia” means the pain of the night
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
Little Mrs. Griddlecake is one of her names
Mama mixed the batter with Bartles & Jaymes
I believe in heaven, but why all the flames?
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
This may sting a little but try not to move
Tips are common courtesy, but if you approve
Purring is just poetry with nothing to prove
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
My hang-ups have hang-ups and
Those hang-ups have hang-ups
So you can bet
That’s what you’ll get
Speak your sordid secret for me
Your distorted sorry secret story
I won’t tell, I’ll be your No-Tell laureate
Baa baa black sheep mutton, have you any views?
Smack that genius button, it’s worth every bruise
Cursing is just poetry with nothing to lose
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve.
Copyright 2020 Zach London
