Friday, May 20, 2011

OZZY OSBOURNE THE CREEP



Ozzy Osbourne the Creep.
His wife throws a drink in your face.


(Yeah Baby!)


Ozzy Osbourne the Creep.


(Yeah! Baby!)


He is a graduate of Warren Buffet's School for Sideshow Freaks, and was a fourth tier valedictorian effluence 
of voluptuous water.


He is Ozzy Osbourne the Creep.
(Yeah Baby!) 


Ozzy Osbourne the Creep.
His wife throws acid in your eyes.


Then flies to the top of your head and, grasping
with all four clawhammer claws, 


Pecks at your brain, for her brood, and their sustenance. 


Ozzy Osbourne the Creep!
He is the wooden son of Gepetto, the puppet guy
and, under Dad's eye, got away
from Pandora's Box.
and upon his nose, a thing named sharon
with stop sign colored hair
perches and gloats as it grows.


Ozzy Osbourne the creep.
Ozzy Osbourne the creep.


Ozzy Osbourne,


                                      the,

                                                      creep....(Vroom, Vroom)

(Yeah Baby!) 


His wife undoes your pants
and fills them with rodents.


(Yeah baby!)


Ozzy Osbourne the Creep.


Got that kid to blow his face off. (Only kidding)


(Yeah Baby!)


Ozzy Osbourne the creep, got his picture taken with 


THE LORD!


And is Rich!


He's Rich! 


and, may dear God help me, 


He never took out a Student Loan.




                                                                  JD Painter


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* I could go on and on all day with this one, and maybe will add the bit about the bellying up to the bar of the boorish etc, and the other stuff about the blue glasses and the red hot chaotic sky over the human zoo later. 


Anyway, this is just a poem, and I am actually very fond of Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne, and the kids. I would gladly paint for them in a parallel universe. 


This is an artistic effort. My poor performance in a Law School has, at least, I feel,  taught me that such artistic expressions are protected speech, in much the same way as a depiction of the Virgin Mary splattered with dung is protected. Or in much the same way a Crucifix, upside down in Urine is protected as well.


Right Jeeves? 


"Indeed Sir!" Said Jeeves. 


So don't non a you guys go gettin offended on me one. It's art. It is all American art.


And just a poem.


It is only a Poem. 


* And at this stage of the game, I would suggest that any fans of mine start printing out hard copies of all my stuff, lest this blog is suddenly taken down by the "powers that be." (I hate that expression)
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And, as always, the very, very sad thought of fleeing America, and Student Loan Debt:





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