by William Skink
Ah, yes, the Skink. And his tendency to verse. Can my poetic alter-ego help it if the name Danny and the many character iterations it produces is fodder for my muse?
The song:
The words:
sheep-dipped Democrat New York born Homeland Security weaponized scorn free the car pirate! like Indiana Jones and loud train horns? leave Rattlesnake alone! two hundred grand to make them shut up good job, Gwen your ears had enough! it's Engen's Missoula the actors are set with their safety scissors and their holy net zoo town, garden city pardon my spit but those left remaining can't swallow more shit too bad glad handers and mayor bloat had crafty stowaways who pooped in their boat this here's their story better pay heed or your town could catch their TIF-sniff scheme