Furnace is broke...saop on a rope.
Kill My Landlord, Kill my Landlord!
Cat looks hungry...can’t cope with that dope.
Kill my Landlord! Kill my Landlord!
Obama is President
from is Obama and insanity on of to waiting hometown the
shrieks a monstrous imitate blew flood! flannel trying Chicago, too,
holy were ments, out stand Metrazol tea of the spinsters of Utica
where you pun on the apartment cliff-banks of the soul, bodies turned
to stone as heavy as the moon, door closed at 4.
A.M. and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their seed freely to
That is a damned fine imitation of maybe the worst poem I ever heard. It was atrocious.
I don’t believe it. You must be the OTHER fan of “Credit Card Blues”
Kill my landlord... kill my landlord.
Blast! You beat me to it!
<Kill My Landlord, Kill my Landlord!
LOL! That goes back a looong time, my FRiend.
LOL. I remember that. But in the Eddie Murphy poem it was
“C-I-L-L my landlord”