BLONDE CHICKEN 

I knew Dick pretty good—

I knew his strengths there

In bed, but I knew his

Crummy weaknesses too

He couldn’t control himself—

Losing all of his common sense

Needing to get it off with chicks

Especially the young chickens

With no dough to show for—

Dick’s whole fucked-up scheme

He’d dreamed up because of

Crazy Floyd Welles’ lies

HOT BLOODED CRIME

So it wasn’t in cold blood—

Like Truman Capote called it

It was just pure unadulterated

Faggoty Green Jealousy

All just to impress Hickcock—

How much I really loved him

And wanted to impress him

With my Thuggish Killer ways

It wasn’t cold-blooded at all—

It wasn’t frustration of getting

No dough or anything like that

It was just a Lover’s Jealousy