Sa Punk und Sa Squirrel

by

Wesley A. Storer

In vun uf my incarnations I vas a bum in Boston
A snitch told sa cops I mugged an olt lady
Trying to ingratiate himzelf to all sa girls
Und dis vas uf course completely false
Dey took me to Mattapan for mental observation
Mattapan vas sa big Boston bug house den
Das ven I saw sa ghost of Mattapan
Valking around vis ein ice pick in his back
Everyvun vas scart und didn't know vas to do
Vun day I asked it vas in sa hell happened to it
Und zen suddenly sa spook jumped inside me!
Ent I vas valking down an empty sidevalk
Vere I saw sa punk sitting on sa park bench
Nervous ent fidgety like he vas needing sumzing
Zen I saw sa squirrel jump on sa top uf his head
He scream and jump vent nuts ent flipped his lid
He chazed sa squirrel right up into sa tree
Vere he caught hiz arm in sa crook of sa limbs
I valked right up unt helped him to escape
Ent laff ent laff und laff right in his face
I turned to go and got his ice pick in my spleen
I turned around unt got his ice pick in my liver
I turned around ent got his ice pick in my spine
Ent right zen ent zere I lait down unt died
Unt I never voke up in Mattapan again ether
So if you effer see a punk squirreled up a tree
Just let zim be unt go call up sa police

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from: Woking, England, UK

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