Welcome to Freud’s Eureka
Tabloids opened a vein of schmaltz
Galling the federal deficit
Freeing the one-eyed teenaged people-eater…
What did we care if the drift of drone
Cooked in its own palooka ?
We were notch babies doomed to freeze beaches—
Embroiled in vast cineramas of swag
Surrounded by brash fogies
Urchins of grinch
Love of the body politic
Is a sure sign of fodder
So Luger your weenie
‘N toast some cash
Y’old nipple vendors’ll
Tipple yer splendor a-plenty
Old galoshes a’cruisin’
For milk duds
New-by-no-means-nervy wait staff
Links me t’umbra’s deviance
Knobby shantz gone under
Double-press kazumas
Brash oaths’d kept’em all a-dither
Pepper melts, sheer gloss had fortune
Licking blind dice,
Bribes on the house
(Garish flanges, filthy Ganges
Last oper Andy:
Science me with sabre-toothed Woozels
Permit me on the lion stone
To soften your reliance
My old pal Fungo has just been pronounced
Mashed on arrival
Welcome to freud’s eureka…
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