The Last Suppercalifragilisticexpialidocious (1988)

under the spineless exoskeleton of umbrella
casting a magic three-poster bed
            ol'wifebeater with frank's incense
            bastard imp packing myrrh 
            nasty mooded spirit in a manger,
moicy squeezed out a picture perfect poppins
poptard of god

                    biting the dry crustmas cord
          she got to the blood filling
of the son, and exclaimed why he's 

super(glued to my boob
-kali(destroyer
-fra(brother bother
-gee(whillikers
-elitist(nabob
         -ex-pee
            -ally
                -dosaage!

up thru the chim chim chimknees
of the third world,
sparkly in robes of stainless stolens

it's the john travolta of birth la ham
it's the spitty image of a mobster pope 
it's the retailer of murky waters at lourdes oklahoma
no   no   no, a dozen saints no!

it's supercon
hiding his face like a capitalistic missiletoe
in mountains of naive faith




5-23-88
kansas
going strait to hell!