Spitting on your brain since 93

Ya need a hearing aid like you need a bullet to the brain

With these nonsense nuns standing over me,

Hounding me for my gun. The front door is still

Made of bricks and still on fire. When the

Rug is worn out and the glass shatters. Remember

The human matter, we found on that ladder

The day before our Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Does this Turkey even matter anymore?