[Deer Park, May 11, 2011]
I don’t like effing butterflies
I can tell you sort of exactly why,
Not the butter part of the word
That’s the best
And who don’t like butter?
(OK, maybe the Japanese),
But the fly part,
This word you see is
Bahuvarihu, a compound
Name where the front
Word changes meaning;
This butterfly is a word
Made by the pro-fly forces
To divert us in maskirovka
(As Russkies say, deception)
The notion is you’ll forget
To use your lotion
And if you loiter and
Stop all motion, flies
Will gorge on you, chew your skin
And force you in.
Cause up here we jive with
every fly, Buffalo gnats
And all of that,
Skeeties carrying chipmunks
Home for dinner,
Doesn’t matter
Saint or sinner
Here flies dine
Impeccab ly
With total perfidy.
I hate all flies,
Loathe their asses
Would like to put
Them in crematoria
And light the gases,
And like I said
I don’t like butterflies
And now perhaps
You know the reasons why.