Once upon a time, there lived a dumpeckercock.
When I would say come in,
he would say knock-knock,
Then he’d smoke his pals, hard as a rock.
His schizzo namesake, just as lame,
couldn’t get in on the game,
if ya know what I’m sayin’,
him widdle buddy was just a widdle tame.
Then, of course, not to be rude,
Came another braindead dude,
Complete with his attitude
The head of our pseudocomical brood
This touches on fucking absurd
While out of view of their friend, the nerd
Handy to the second was the third
together they knocked up a a bird.
Shooting ‘tween toes some heroin,
Thieves, liars, rapists, they’d have been,
Rarely is the hero amongst these men
Blind, scarred, in love with heroin.
You see the old lady,
See she’s kinda shady,
Saw through the farse right away
Deny it though they may.
She called up her brother,
About those would-be mother-
Fuckers, who’d never get another
Shot at redemption from a brother
He said come and see me right away.
But they said no, not today.
They’ll be handed their asses anyway.
Could it happen right now? it may.
Memories do not all depart.
T’was a bad idea from the start.
Doubt they’ll still feel so smart
Legends like these always fall apart.
This may sound off the cuff.
That future looking rough?
Just you gonna be enough?
Will you still have the stuff?
Bless their one shared heart.
T’was warm back at the start.
Before they each took a part.
In a new clouded method of art.
We’ll catch ya up someday.
When they receive their pay.
The price will blow you away.
That’s end of this chapter, g’day.
Wonder you what is a dumpeckercock?
Why, it’s just a part of the flock
That smoketh a bunch of meth rock,
And then acteth much like a cock.
My obsession is your faux pas
Feeling it in the jaw.
This will not do, hell nah,
My final hal-ay-loo-yah.
We almost forgot about hick-ory,
And his new coparent, dick-ory,
They fly flags in hopes of vic-t-ory.
Equality for avianman sickory.
Chickens, they are what they eat
Bird brain to numbing webbed feet.
Having a pecker for a beak
Hatched for predestined defeat.
By now Lenny & Squiggy’ve gone home,
Leaving chicken little alone
Facing an’fallin sky of stone.
Won’t their little minds be blown.
I might have been a wee flocked
When i went off halfcocked
And wrote this little ditty.
But i was feeling kinda shitry
Alone with my self-pity
I will always hate this city.