Hey
	Clem Kadiddlehopper
		how's that stogie
			you got blowin'
			in your fingers
				how I love
				the whiff
				of a good
				cigar
			in
		my
	mind
Could ya get
	Freddie The Freeloader to open
		a can o' beans
		please
		I'm starvin'
		and I'm tired of the smell of
			rubber
				burning
					on the trash heap
				can
			Mean Widdle Kid
		Cauliflauer McPugg
			and
Willie Lump Lump
	play too
		it's lonely up here
			in the adult world
				where they want production
					by the minute
				and ulcers
			by the hour
		we could use
	a little
Free time
	for our imagination
		to run free
			but I don't think
				Sheriff Deadeye
			takes kindly
		to
	loitering
On the edge
	of ambition
		I'd hate to have
			Bolivar Shagnasty
		on my case
	day and night
Jeeesh
	it be like listenin' to
		Gertrude and Heathcliffe
			jawboning the night away
		would you
	wake me
In the afterlife
	Good night, and God bless

(c) 1997 James Oliver Smith, Jr