Do your paintings twinkle like Thomas Kinkade’s?
Farewell Globe readers, we aren’t your friends
Sittin’ by the fake fire heater, I subscribed to the trend.
Outrageous claims by certified doctors
Calculated deals worth millions of dollars.
Mortified starlets despise the divinity,
Bitter battle over a corpse.
Do you think you’d like to be a part of it?
Maybe for a day?
Lonely recluse went down swingin’,
Mickey Rooney died flat broke.
Three scarce coins you could own em’
Heartbreak, horror, miracle jokes!
Money to burn, state of the art
Who’s on the runner-up death list?
I don’t see my name yet
Send us the money, we’ll send you the cure
Whatever ails you, this’ll work for sure
Pick up a paper, pick up a pen
There are those who’ve forgotten and those who haven’t
They’re all evil swindling men
Cheating justice, eating liquid collagen
Becoming negative ten greedy creeps guaranteed!
Jealous fury, open your wallet,
Forget about the forecast, this is the new snow!
Laboratory raindrop dazzle,
Polar vortex, the aura of diamonds!