Is a short fat gourmand
My barber is bald
My heart surgeon
Just married his fifth blond
My confessor is a transvestite
My connection is agoraphobic
My convictions just left town
But by Monday I felt profound
My butcher wanted a pound
My undertaker came around
Had me lie down on the ground
Said I’d get used to it
When peace I’d found
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