Garfield - Hail Mary Mallon

Diamond in the back

Gun-proof top

Ironside metal mouth

Kung-fu chop

One-way ticket

To a three-dog night

When there’s six million ways

To make these dogs bite

Carolina blue ruby

Sequence tar heel

Carrots, try the soup

Green Jesus car wheel

Tattoo of a scar

Half a sleeveless arm shield

Make yer girl wanna put 'em

On the glass like Garfield

Staring contest Go!

You win, I was never good at that

Always shook his head of any hooks attached

Spit that made us high for days

Drag a trail of slime and waste

Catch you outside quickie mart, the mini-mall, or time and space

I am too looped in systematic moving patterns

Meticulously plotted with miniature pewter dragons

The dark heart news penny any necromancy

On to plan B, panic and channel the nothin' Bambi

Key in the door when there’s nobody home

Oven is on and there’s mail in the box

Rockin the bus on a rotary phone

Something awry in the way of the walk

Landed in the smokey collat on the way to sturgess

Meltin' down the silver from chains and then makin' stirrups

Turn upon the news in a segment on wasted purpose

When it’s death before dishonor

Words before trade insurance

Pygmy dart horse and poison place where the circle is

Wolf pack legions and heathens that breathe the virgin skins

Row bombers for Dora complete with permanent

Purple heart fastened to leaf of Adidas turtle tips

Oh wooden tangles

Wet like a hell-hole

So sick spiders tattoo it on the elbows

Death star rebuilt

Cozy inside the milk bar

Jukebox (???)ing

For the tune to break the bell jar

Zero miss lifting

Split-screen, left side’s friend died

Right side, a witch’s crypt crypting (Gross)

I’m cranky like nobody understands me

White tee, dagger in the back, nothing fancy

Mayhem of mosaic Passaic river of guppy grief

Cause and effect to the timid limb of your hugging tree

Cut in a three-way divided amongst a rugby team

Who can either take or leave em

Or feed em game like it’s Chuck E. Cheese

Really rotten doctor shocks of the all stars

Newspaper letters that’ll end in his hallmarks

Stuck in traffic stoned

Stopped at the Walmart

While I beast

And then maul cops like Paul Blart

While I feast

Install bombs in doll parts

Pawn shops, stalwarts

(???), broad swords

(???) clocks, long darts

Shockin' on a sock drawer

Porn drawn arms

Jarred prawn hearts

I thrilled, killed, coked, and sold with raw matter

Milled, spilled guts, and drummed with Thor’s hammer

Document the war of the department store’s Santas

From the POD of cameras hid in the dog’s antlers