Tremendous Brunettes

I know a few tremendous brunettes. (I have never been a big fan of blonds. I don't know why.) This goes out to all of them. I didn't write it. That honor goes to Mister Doughty.





All them tremendous brunettes around.
Slow down, don't fuck with my high
I want to be left alone here with my monsters,
andSay, now it's time to ride
To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them


Praise now the baby genius
She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree

While she snaps on her gum Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me All of your ill-gotten gains

That you have whipped up to a rich foamy lather, girl;

Nameless gnaw of my pains

Like 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune.