I live in my limo.
Sometimes I recite voodoo jive.
Sometimes I yowl and moo.
Am I holy, or just another
icon of the infinite wow?
You decide.
Do you love all your seven step-mothers?
Is this a memo or a hymn of envy?
Mayhem or a yam?
Are you alive?
I live in my limo.
I live in my movie.
I park it in my
Hollywood word-salad and dissolve
all seven step-mothers
in the oil of
open
vowels.
