Your life is leaning downhill
   Sloping off the outer edge
   Your undetermined oyster beds
   Were found to be a hedge
   You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd
   To feed the farmer whose
   Cadaver's filled with onion rings
   And feet are filled with glue
  
   Now sinister exaggerator
   What's your claim to fame?
   Is still your favorite Ferlingetti
   Found in Auntie Maim?
   Your alter life is superceded
   Only from above
   Your hear is like a silken sponge
   That calls saliva love