The Keatons

Slap that Muppet bitch
shake that furry ass
weeble and wobble
through the fur
and dance like the horny bitch you are
all the Muppets revel in your ass shaking glory
hole
up inside
the demons that arise
in the dead of night
the visage of one shadow
held tight against
a chest
in fear of not knowing what one will do if it
claims tears as rivers
and
fears as lakes
of intrepid existance swayed through out the field
across the pond
and the tears still fall
but support is needed
even if just the cup of crotch
I need no grail
Arthur beware
unless you are of PBS nature
and the little girls cry
if your books don't sell