Wckr Spgt The Charles Mountain
(a poem of length and complexities) Rub rub rub Rub your stinking butt All over this f..cking dirty hill Now laugh And pray to the Charles Mountain Rub rub rub Rub your smelly ass Into the stupid rocks Now look Look what you've done You must be out of your mind Run run run Run your wretched hands Along the branches of a tree How wrong Nature made you suffer Dew drop oyster barrel Dollar face monk cutlery Trudging, Brownie pan, Charles, Mountain, The famous alchemy Distraught highway disdain With celery I have always loved you Commonplace War trophy, a mending A birth in a shoe And a tongue to clean it. Saturday Saturday is a day to worship And shit upon the rocks On Charle's mountain On Charles Mountain
