Toerag In My Basement

A Birdman concept dated 14/10/2003

Cupping cows in udder formation,
Arranging funerals with amusing elation,
Eating beads at railway stations,
Covered in curds and whey.

Opening doors with eyelid prowess,
Sipping at mothers in Sunday best,
Challenging God's cronies at draughts or chess,
Enveloping Satan with glee.

Spending my weekends with superglued face,
Argue over noughts and ones with Jase,
Hertzing a Buddist with treble then bass,
Stitching some wine with thread.

Locking unfortunate soul in basement,
Nourshing mouth with alleged time in lent,
Brothelling simpletons without leaving a dent,
Eating around the bush.