I am the nightbird genius mix, said FauxJack,
clearly hopped up on lollipops.
Do tell, said I.
So babe, what's on your emotional jukebox?
Some kind of dubious doo-wah Dada bop?
You're like smoke, there's rise in your eyes.
And you try too hard.
Auughh! Gutshot, right in the LOLcode. Want me to fade?
No, as a matter of fat, I've read all your graphic novels, FakeJay.
You're a real Ker-Ker-Karma Chameleon.
They call me Cat George, mama. Imma thicc throwback skellychaser!
You don't say.
Don't armadillo me, hard candy.
This is love-a-rooni, jive jazz Nirvanaville, hep kitty.
Hep. Oh, I like that.
The double yellow asphalt ribbon is callin', Gypsy Rose.
To-go that java and jump immediate!
You're on, daddy.
Ergo the ersatz ecstasy, holo-hipster.
Aw Athena, now you're blowin' a sweet riff!
That's me, Riff Tin Tin. Awoooooooo!
You are off the leash!
Faux man go. Let's split before the squares hack your dome, Jack.
Music: Eddie Harris Sham Time