A Crackhouse Poem.

By LizzieMu herself.

There was excitement in the Bathroom.

It was a very special day.

Mickey C had just got a shipment

and e'erbody wanted to pay.

The pimp gave each chick a number.

There was a line outside the door.

Sizzly got real tired of waiting

and called Mufasa a crackwhore.

Mufasa, natch, could not deny it,

but in fact was rather proud.

She accepts the fact she’s hoochy,

and a rat and really loud.

Mr Bunn was feelin’ desperate.

He was dying for a fix.

But they’d locked him in the padded room;

he was missin’ from tha mix.

“Hey, no problem!” cried tha spidah.

“That just means more love for me!”

And Mickey C sho wadn’t complainin’:

he didn’t want sex from no bunny.

But this immediately saddened Endril,

because she’s a rabbit, too.

And then tha doggie felt remorseful,

as all tight dudes often do.

So he called the fem-bun’s number next

and, rather she go pleasin’ him,

Mickey C fulfilled the bunny’s dreams

and gave her extra opium.

It was about that time that Liz-cat snapped

and suited up for her crusade

to stamp out the bunch of freaking dorks

who’ll remain (coughblair) unnamed.

Auggie skipped in front of Freebase,

claiming she had divine right.

Then Aroka broke the door down

with her acid-enhanced might.

SK latched onto the heroin,

Freebase loaded up on meth.

Auggie raided Mickey’s acid pool;

C-Dog bitched about the theft.

But it wasn’t long ‘fore it was clear

things were getting out of hand.

And Jhonen knows what would’ve happened

if it wasn’t for the BAND!!

Average Man Size rocked tha casba:

they had an orgy until dawn.

And the sunrise found them, everyone,

fucked and passed out on the lawn.

So, to all the little children,

remember, as you go to bed:

never ever bomb Pearl Harbor,

and, someday soon, you’ll all be dead!!