Right now someone thinks you’re delicious

[monkeypudding]

They want to tamper with your voting booth
Shampoo your Ogopogo and convince your
Ant farm to climb their talcum ladder

Just when you thought your Jesuit guillotine
Was only attractive to the to the armpit who
Sold you a palette full of Pope Acne at Costco

Someone wants to crawl inside your carnal rotunda
Swallow your feather duster and convince your
Necrophiliac to take their coroner hostage

So clean your teeth with a frenzied environmentalist
Give your werewolf over to the butcher
Vacuum a lily and put your taboos into dry dock

Quit obsessing over yesterday’s sombrero
Seize the deluge and feel the heat of your mustard
Right now someone thinks you’re delicious