Hunting Season


The Cat in the hat off the bottle of whiskey
Tried to Frisk me in Going Down Tavern
I was sitting next to the Reverend
Who said he had a blessing for me
If I gave him some sweet sacrificial meat
I grinned and said O lord why hast thou sent me this blasphemous freak
That's when I felt a pinch on my bum
And obliged to get away from the ordained filth
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes
I asked the to speak
He replied John Sinclair
And I like Carmel chocolate in my milk
Do you got some?
I replied with a sly
Some? Do you see the reserve tanks on these hips
I have chosen to take you
Where? he said agreeably
To lick em up valley
Please don't act like you ain't been
He grinned and I won my treat for the night