Melloh Yellow, Part 1

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’ clock!?

Time for someone to make a hilarious grand entrance into class

taking time to delay the seriousness that never lasts.

So we find our llamas.

They were waiting for us in the hallways,

because they weren’t invited to the classroom.

They begin a conversation and become good friends

then turn one of them gets punched in the heart;

because they think they know it all,

for example: the purpose of unicorns

is a lighter form of porn.

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’ clock?!

Which now we are all gathered

around the loading dock.

I find the man, Spock.

“Dear God, Spock,” I say. “What’s with the goatee?”

He replies, “I’m a goat of course.”

Well, he was the most handsome goat I ever did see,

but I usually like sheep.

They put me to sleep in the best way;

a solid thump to the head.

And buried in the New Jersey soil.

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock!?

I can’t wait to get to class

and get some ASS!

Speaking of which, there’s always some downtown,

but I don’t go there anymore because I’ll get mugged and shot

because everyone on the street is both greedy and sadistic;

wrapped in themselves.

I love pigs in a blanket.

Well, maybe just the blankets

on the floor with the vodka,

and happy as ever.