The emperor of ice cream ain’t shit.
I’m the marquis of M&Ms,
You could put me on a board
And I’d be a commercial sans words
Hawking Pepsi to the dead.
Who smeared Doritos crumbs
On Joan Rivers’ head?
Give black eyed peas to the bums
In bowls made of lead.
You could youtube this
But it won’t be simulated.
You could give a man a belt
But that won’t mean he’s stimulated.
Ultimately our anthem is a ransom,
Our debt is to be handsome
But each year we get uglier
And then some.
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