Mosquitohead ‘Biddy Mulligans’ 12.03.93It’s creepy,
It’s crawling on your wall.
And spanning your space,
To get in your face,
It’s a snakepig.
It walks up your alleys
At half speed.
It’s breathing your air,
Before you can get it,
It’s a snakepig.
Slither down ’til I have no more
Left to give.
It’s sleeping on slivers
In the back.
It’s dreaming your nickels,
Spit-shine your disease,
It’s a snakepig.
It thinks up all the thinking
Beforehand.
It’s drinking your dreams,
To spit them in your face,
It’s a snakepig.
Put it together,
What ever way you can.
Check it with the Weather Man,
See whether or not you can.
Slither down ’til I have no more
Left to give.
It’s a snakepig.
© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
