Whorehouse On Mango Street

I went to the whorehouse on Mango Street

to get a piece of ass

when you build a house made of glass

the view is so damn sweet

I picked the pretty gringa

that I thought could take a chinga

she did whatever I paid for

she was after all a whore

I went to the whorehouse on Mango Street

the best little whorehouse on American dirt

the young whore picked up her skirt

her lips were red as the stripes on the flag

I recommend the whore Jeanine

she calls herself the American Dream

Blood In The Water

there's blood in the waters
of America

there's carnage to be had
everyone has lost their heads

the men are long and tall
Neanderthal

meek women drown their children
in the creek

there's nothing more patriotic
then the white men idiotic

there's blood in the water
and America can't swim

let it drown or be eaten
by the white cretins

there's blood in the water
Miss Liberty screams louder

Paraphrasing AC/DC

I’ve got big balls
And they’ve got big balls
He’s got big balls
And she’s got big balls
But Mitt Romney
Has the biggest balls
Of them all

Elegy For Billie Eilish

She thought she had it made
in the shade,
but it was nighttime.

La Vida Loca

When she told me she had cheated on me,

I imagined Cher spread-eagled,

and Sonny dead on the slopes.

Thank you, tree, oh thank you, tree.

Could I forsake the look of love in her eyes

while she humped another man?

It ain’t me, babe, it ain’t me.

The song kept grinding like an organ grinder’s monkey,

and did not resolve itself.

It ain’t me, babe, echoed once again.

It was Sonny’s misfortune,

but you are just a whore, I hollered.