Babble Head

You talk in jerkles.

You makin’ hurdles.

Your dreams a’curdle

The sickest cream.

You makin’ problems.

You know we got ’em.

But you still brought sum.

Doh, lak we need?

Where are your thoughts, man?

Your thinkin’s fraught ya.

With gettin’ caught, hah!

Nightmare conundrum.

Your thinkin’ stinks son.

We haven’t begun.

To address the shit, um,

That seems to come from

Your hole for pie.