Shoe My Fly
(after Ginsburg, 1949)
Shoe my fly
fie my fear
fill my little cup
lick my lips
kiss my butt
but do not tell me why.
Ape my pansy
doodle my fancy
burp my baby fine
find my keys
please my mom
but do not get all antsy.
Bush is wacko
Mike is Jacko
who can tell me why
string is theory
Tim is Leary
I think I'll jet to Kraków.
Right for wrong
cash for Cary
bury me at C.
T. for tillers
Cat for pillars
I'll sing this for a song.
Zoot my Sims
toot my suit
turnoff the dammed TV
show my wares
flick my flares
but do not bark my shins.
Kid my kidney
tweak my toe
give me such a rush
touch my star
set my bar
and you can call me gimpy.
