I hope he flips some guy the bird,
He cuts Dozer off and he's forced to swerve,
In front of the Beatles' tour bus,
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck,
Hauling hazardous biological waste,
The light turns red, he has no brakes,
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape,
So Dozer sees the look on his own face,

I hope his Pinto begins to spin,
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran,
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner,
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner,
Perhaps even the British Royal Family,
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy,
And we can't forget the newlyweds,
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead,

I hope his cellmate thinks he's God,
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob",
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse,
While he masturbates to photos of livestock,
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock,
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance",
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince,

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson,
And forces Dozer to play a game called Balls On Chin,
And whatever happens next is all a blur,
But he remembers "fist" can be a verb,
And when he finally regains consciousness,
He's bound and gagged in a wedding dress,
And the prison guard looks the other way,
'Cause he's the guy was flipped the bird the other day.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 12:36, Reply)