Vulture Shark Sculpture Park by Mc Paul Barman
Vulture Shark Sculpture Park lyrics
Are you feeling zip-zip? Are you ready for
partying? I need your field
trip slip signed by a parent
or guardian. But I
understand if they
don�t want to sign it
because most
people find Vulture Shark�s
Sculpture Park a little bit dangerous�
Culture, hark! There�s Bunny
Loafabread on a
Sofabed. Igloo
Turtle leaps a
big blue hurdle
overhead.
Lil
Orphan Dolphin gets endorphins
from golfing. She looks
lucky and reckless
thanks to
her Tumbleweed/
Bumblebead Necklace.
There�s
Hamstergram to
Amsterdam
with a robo-actional
hobo satchel perched on an
ampersand. Watch a newborn
gorilla dip a blue
corn tortilla chip. Don
Quixote with a Calder
�stache rides Donkey
Odie. A sign says,
�Don�t Touch.�
Balderdash! As if the
oil in my hands is more destructive
than natural erosion from acid
rain lightning storms.
A bucolic setting. A whole house
made of bedding. It�s getting cold
out. Oh wow, a wedding.
The groom wore a costume, a very goth towel,
a terrycloth cowl.
He said, �I, Hairy Moth
Owl, take you to bite
awfully
headed
to ravish
and mould in quickness
and stealth till death
or we part. And you?�
The bride, a turtledove,
replied, �You may kiss the fertile
love inside my girdle/glove divide.�
Vulture Shark presided as host and proposed
a toast: �Make
your woman a momma,
damn it. Spread more seeds
on the planet than a pomegranate.�
He�d copped her a Lepidoptera
Helicopter, a
Dubuffet
table with
butter frogs and
mice, a chopped
liver goose, and
Lincoln Logs of ice.
I said, �Beg pardon. We brought the happy
a couple a Caterpillar Egg Carton.� We had
our fill of turkey sandwiches made from
traced hands on butcher
paper tablecloths with glasses
of crayons.
Marriage isn�t an individgin
decision. I ran over a bridge
and explored the park store
run by Rebecca
Pidgeon. She sells
tight terrific site specific
environments;
Vulture Shark Sculpture
Park as depicted by
Barman�s Garments.
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