elon

son of chainsaw is doing 
florida by night
in shorts without shirt 
he’s such a sorry sight
he came for influence, money
fame and then some
but right now he's horny
desperate to come 

his eyes gettin' misty
his vision all blurred
elon is upstairs with floorshow 
cum all over his shirt
can't stop ogling pussy
as smoking a bong
while the ladies play
a different kind of ping-pong

fucked up he wakes up
in a state without joy 
doesn't know where he is
and if she was a boy
the sucker is afraid and
looks for his checkbook
his mind screamin' aids
wanker-shanker shook-shook

meanwhile in crowsnest
down south ocean boulevard
atom heart's mother plays
his ill-gotten trump card
while the creepy old bastard
is doing his maid
elon howls for never
again shall he get laid 

the mother is a mystery
in his own right
word has it he's offspring
from jeckyll and hyde
he made his home in florida
like a mole in club med
little sunlight ever shone
on this dirty old cat

scared shitless elon crawls
towards atom heart's lair
tells mother he's screwed
but doesn't know where
then whimpers and whines
that he really needs to know
when those much feared symptoms 
of the big drip will finally show

mother's just laughing as
they head for the bars
says he too got his
deal of floridal scars
lifes mystery's complex
and chaos is chief
atom's heartbeat could
change the weather in kyiv

with identities twisted
and an overcast mind
they think all their sorrows
are left way behind
forgotten are clapper
and terminal leak
as reality slips the door
to play hide and seek

son of chainsaw and mother 
gonna make it together
all dressed up in python boots
and camouflage leather
they forget life is harder
than elon’s tiny dick
in the end it was the son
of a bitch doing the trick

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