the terrorist's meth lab on sesame street
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The Terrorists Meth Lab on Sesame Street
Im wearing a wet suit with a scuba mask in a crowded subway
Out of breath because Big Bird just chased me six city blocks
Screaming obscenities and brandishing a sawed off shotgun
He refused to tell me how to get to Sesame Street
In the kooky subway carriage, a doomsday cult of ventriloquists without dummies
Tell knock-knock jokes
and quote Ginsberg sporadically
Emphatically poking my ribs with used vibrators,
They attempt to sell me yesterdays lottery tickets
I politely decline their solicitations but enjoy their unique interpretations of Howl
Nobody in the crazy car asks me for change or identification
Not even the homeless homophobic circus clown who keeps on farting
Or even the cross-eyed mime wearing a rainbow afro wig and only one shoe
When I get out at my superfluous stop,
I meet Martha Stewart on the pitch-black platform
Her head is revolving like the Exorcist, and shes dressed in a 1920s purple polka
doted bathing suit
She asks me how I am in Chinese street slang, vomits, and offers me stock tips
She tells me I should run sideways into oncoming traffic shouting korma recipes and
Quickly waves goodbye with a middle finger, dancing the Running Man out of the
revolving door
Too-da-loo!
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See ya later, alligator!
Walking out into the suicidal street lacking empathy,
I see an eclectic electronics store with a large window display of TVs
24 hour news cycles are euphonic in fast moving imagery and perfect alignment
Talking impatiently in interruptions about missing white teenagers, sports scores,
and celebrity gossip
As brief crawls regarding the genocide in Congo pulsate, I try to remote control click
away pedestrians
Wheres a TV guide when you need it?
Walking past an asinine alley,
I hallucinate the Tooth Fairy holding up Cookie Monster at gunpoint
Cookie Monster incoherently mutters something in a Cuban accent about:
I aint got yo money, mang!
A commotion soon ensues as Paul Wolfowitz runs down the street on all fours, nude,disoriented
He barks like a dog and bites random people; ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
ERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
Foaming from the mouth,
He squeals a profanity laced tirade against the liberal commies that want to take
away his
Alpaca farm full of Iraqi children chained to radiators in his basement
Whilst doing a partial handstand, he whispers like Brutus in my ear,
Pram ada pram idam
Prt pram udacyate
Prasya pram dya
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Pram evvasiyate.
Nearby, in front of a foreclosed on church
Seven Hooters waitresses gather for their weekly support group
Though they arent there for personal reasons
Its all about the fire hose enemas, bad coffee, and Mattlock reruns
A group of German tourists walk up next to me
I yell Fick Dich to them so they feel welcome
When they ask me where Im going,
I tell them Im on my way to see the Terrorist
He lives in the Meth Lab on Sesame Street
Its between Washington, DC
And New York City
Eerily east of Essex
North of Bangkok
West of Sydney
It used to be in Caracas
But now its just a few blocks away
The last time I went there, I drove home at 90 miles an hour in reverse on the
wrong side of the highway for seven hours straight blasting Celine Dion from my
distorted radio in a constant loop
This time Ill come back on a Segway or a rickshaw instead!
Auf Wiedersehen! So long! Goodbye!
We part and exchange hostile text messages
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[woleb rorrim eht nI
eotletsim eht rednU
stimrep tuohtiw stimreH
timreK dna yggiP sM kcajraC]
Walking to the spot, I enter the goofy ghetto sponsored by Bank of America
Pompous posses of gangly gangsta rappers on every street corner have gay sex
While smoking banal blunts rolled up from Florida 2000 butterfly ballots
They spit at me and throw gold chains and urinate in my direction
I thank them and perm my hair with pepper spray
This sure isnt Mr. Rogers Neighborhood!
On the next street hopscotch a pack of crack smoking girl scouts
They calmly riot, throwing Molotov cocktails and
Smashing windows and pumpkins, too
I ask one named Betsy Lou, why the upheaval? Why the evil?
She tells me that their jobs selling cookies have been outsourced
To coarse robots controlled by girl scouts in New Dehli
Like a jellyfish,
the little bitch
kicks me in the nuts, struts, and steals my subway ticket and runs away yodeling
Flailing her arms like a windmill, but still,
I thank her and brush my teeth in the sewer
CONTRA NATURAM
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I finally arrive at the Meth Lab
To get in, I have to give the password to Oscar
Hes the grouch who lives in a garbage can out front
I noisely knock on his lid, da-dada-da-da-da-da!
He pops up reeking of cheap whiskey and the perfume of an Asian hooker
He belligerently inquires (in a voice that sounds like an angry Black Man), What,
muthafucka?
I tell him Karl Roves Rectal Exam(the password)
As he opens the door, I ask him why he is such a grouch
He says, Youd be a grouch, too, if ya lived in a garbage can, bitch!
I concur with him and walk inside backwards doing the Moonwalk
Inside, Elmo smokes a bong and collects money from a prostitute with three tits
Bert and Ernie watch Will and Grace, bake a quiche, and talk shit
Snuffaluffagus watches snuff films and sharpens his knife
Talking about how hes gonna cut up Big Bird and make fried chicken outta his wife
I ask a psychotic 6 year old girl sorting powder like Scarface if I can see the Terrorist
She hands me a mirror
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