05-18-2014, 12:36 AM
The busts of lesser men are wrought
In grand displays of stone
These funny lifeless men are grave
Yet I am just as known.
I chose a painted plastic face
And set myself upon a bench
I offer up my arm to kids
Who never smell the stench
Of all those nasty cows I’ve killed
Why, what is death to me?
To me, a brightly painted sign.
Eternally in glee
So come with me to burger land
I’ve got a purple brute
To slay for robbing all my cups
Isn’t playing fun a hoot!
In grand displays of stone
These funny lifeless men are grave
Yet I am just as known.
I chose a painted plastic face
And set myself upon a bench
I offer up my arm to kids
Who never smell the stench
Of all those nasty cows I’ve killed
Why, what is death to me?
To me, a brightly painted sign.
Eternally in glee
So come with me to burger land
I’ve got a purple brute
To slay for robbing all my cups
Isn’t playing fun a hoot!