But the Trunch, who lived down in Mar a Lago, does not.
The Trunch, he hates people, whole human race!
It spews from his mouth, and is etched on his face.
It could be his brain doesn't function just right.
But if I were to guess, well, he isn't too bright.
But the Trunch, who lived down in Mar a Lago, does not.
The Trunch, he hates people, whole human race!
It spews from his mouth, and is etched on his face.
It could be his brain doesn't function just right.
But if I were to guess, well, he isn't too bright.
No giblets. No heart. THREE NECKS?
ME: What kind of fucked up turkey was that?
SON: Cerebrus... we're havin a Cerebrusation.
No giblets. No heart. THREE NECKS?
ME: What kind of fucked up turkey was that?
SON: Cerebrus... we're havin a Cerebrusation.
brushing fingers across the rhymes
if rhyming is what your blood
has to say, sinew and bone
speaking, skin your paper,
your heart persistent,
beating out a meter only
you can feel unless
you touch us with it.
Merry #Christmas y'all... #Cats
Merry #Christmas y'all... #Cats