Za's Stair - Denizens and Poly Trends

Tell your doctor if you have a leak in the moon system
The tv in the dojo spammed
And the kung-fu guy flung poo high
And screamed, Come for me if you can

Hey Mister Hairysack
I want my baby back
I wanna do some things to you
Midway in Pontchartrain
I will arrange your stay
In an anti-climatic hue

Tell your invisible friend that she ain't on the ball
I heard the reverend call to God
Sun-bright bouquets and fraud
Are aligned and in plain view

Hey Mister Doubletalk
Here comes a subtle shock
The Danes are on parade
Come out and torch your beret
Come out and fry the things you love
Come out and pound a dirty wall
Come out and seed the streets with gall

Take your denizens and poly-trends and nail them to the wall
Load up your citizens and courtesans and shakedown one and all
It's another urban sprawl
Inside a brainpan small

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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