I haven't the foggiest as to where this came from. . . just like the rest of what I write. Please give me A name for it. . .I don't know what to call it. -Author

Romeo's turning into Sloppy Joe

Not meetin his status quo

Do-si-doin around the Alamo

Knock-knock-knockin on Doc's door

Come on, I need more

The cocks a tickin

Laughing at the ferocity of this monstrosity

Death rows a no-go

Got a Jhon Doe sittin next to me

Gotta keep up the flow

I think I blew it

Macbeths got me scared to death

Im out of breath

Elizabeths tickled me to death

I can't take this anymore

Can't put on a happy face

Need my space

Not so full of grace

Im a disgrace

Get outta my face

Gotta blind spot

Gotta go to Camelot

With my sling shot