Purple Submarin

In the town where Sobaco was born
lived cabrones who sailed to sea
and they told him of the mar
and how they sailed Aztlan in submarines

we all live in purple submarines
purple submarin, purple submarin
we all live in purple submarines
in morado submarines

so we sailed to the top
of the pyramid of the sun
it was underwater green
and the Spaniards were on the run

we all live in purple submarines
purple submarin, purple submarin,
we all live in purple submarines
in morado submarines

all our camaradas live on board
Sobaco dreamed the purple dreams
we all live in purple submarines
in morado submarines

Sir Mex A Lot

Oh, my God Becky, look at his butt
it is So Big, it looks 
like a black girl's butt
I mean his butt is just so big
I can't believe it's so round and flabby
I mean it's gross
look he's just so goddamn brown
Sobaco never heard them talkin
Sobaco just kept on walkin
his buttcrack all sweaty
listening to Black Betty
going to the tienda
he was a big spenda
girl if you think his butt is big
you oughta see his belly
peanut butter and jelly
Oh, my God Becky, look at his butt
it is So Big, it looks
like a black girl's butt

Elegy Seen In A Broken Convex Mirror

The poet John Ashbery
after writing nondescript
characterless bland
black and white poems
akin to the scripts
for the Jerry Seinfelf sitcom
has died an exciting
and wonderful death
right before our very eyes
thank you John
for making my day
which had been so boring
until I heard the news
of your spectacular death
rest in poetry old guy
and again thank you
for brightening my day
before I go back to
writing terrible
and forgettable verse