No. 11 in a series of bubblegum dirges for fundie kids.
UNDERPANTS
I've got holes in my socks
And a pimple on my nose
My head's full of rocks
And I'm goofy, I suppose
I openly admit
That I'm weird in the head
But I don't want no shit
In my pants when I'm dead
You know that I care
When I fly through the air
That even though I'm bare
My underpants are where
They were left behind
For others to find
There ain't no holes in my underpants.
I talk like a baby
And I think like a child
Do you think that maybe
My underwear's defiled
I can tell you they're not
They're clean on today
I do care a lot
'Bout what other people say
You know that I care
When I fly through the air
That even though I'm bare
My underpants are where
They were left behind
For others to find
There ain't no holes in my underpants
I'm weird
And I'm goofy
I talk a lot of rot
But they're fresh
And they're clean
The panties on my bot
No matter what you say
The Rapture's on its way
I believe with all my heart
That with a supernatural fart
I'll soon be flying.
We'll be naked when we die
You can wave to us departin'
The sound from the sky
Is The Raptured Ready fartin'
The perfection of my pants
No blemishes or stains
Now a home to bugs and ants
I've no clothes or no brains
You know that I care
When I fly through the air
That even though I'm bare
My underpants are where
They were left behind
For others to find
There ain't no holes in my underpants.
(Copyright 2009 Pule Thamex)
