Don't order the Sicialin. Please god no.

So I'm working at pizza hut now as a manager trannie to pay the damn bills that have been piling up of late. Im looking for better jobs right now, but it isn't as easy as you would think. At least this irritatily gives me a less abstract reason to get a real job that pays more than 8 bucks an hour. I'm hoping ot have another job by the time the month is out. Now begins a carpet bombing campaign of Dresden-esk proportions to get that mythical occupation.

The song I just wrote as the words satans second cousin just popped into my head. Typo's intentional by the way. As is the contridition in the first two words of that last sentence.

Verse(1)
Satan's second cousin, now there was a standup guy,
Ran around small towns here about, unpinning his broken fly.
He scared the sodden womenfolk with his mighty girth;
it was a rolling, rocking pleasent time when he ran around the earth.

Chorus
Ohh, satan's second cousin, goddamn I miss him so,
He could whip his tail so far and fast he would lose you in the undertow.
Ohh, satans second cousin, he had hooves of cloven gold,
he would look you straight in the open eye and gobble up yea soul.
Ohh, Satan's second cousin, he could tell a mighty lie,
He could spit a loog in your mouth and tell you it was key-lime pie.


Verse(2)
I followed him from topeka kansas-land,to ancourage-alaska ace,
from alberta canada fairyland to Albert Schweitzer place.
I ran far and fast and stumbled down more than once or twice,
falling to one knee,
Damned if that bastard man didnt pee down on me.

Chorus

Verse(3)
He never met a woman he never screwed, with a corkscrew or a mike
He never melted a man he didnt like,
Although he once told a toddler to get off his bike then stole it from
the tike


Verse(4)
Fucking asshole demon man, he had me at jello,
I found a fallen angel man who couldn't turn down a show
He saw it all, horns a twain aglow
I really wish I haden't cut his throat over that pound of blow.


Copyright 2006 Sam Sch.