Bish Heads

Super excited for the release of a new collection of short horror, Dirty Leaves, later this week! Until then, friends, enjoy this commentary on internet personalities.

Sung to the tune of Fish Heads

Fish heads, dish heads

Red and blueish wish heads

Eat lead, you’re dead

Eat them up, yum!

In the morning, flashy, dashy fish heads

In the evening, floating in her soup

One fish, two fish,

Pouting just for you, fish,

Bobbin up, bobbin down

Flashing for the goons

Have a conversation with a fish head

Shut it down with nothing to lose

Fishy, fleshy, no sense in their dish heads

Aiming in the barrel

Shakalaka BOOM!

Snapper, tapper, she’ll turn down for loose change

Trapper, capper,

She’ll turn up for booze

Fish heads, dish heads

Molly dolly bish heads

Begging for an offer

What you got to lose?

Easy, peasy, no sense in her g-string

Twirly, flurry, undercurrent run

Cheap trick, fleet trick, only one trick paycheck

One backseat ride

Eat’er up, yum!

On screen, tail swing, nothing else to see here

You get what you give here

Bottled answers

Algorithm done!

 

 

Left Behind Again

 

Left behind again

Latchkey child again

Straighten up, straighten out

You’re not fit to find again

 

Less than, lower than, not up to par

White trash, trailer rash, bondo car

Steal my cash, keep your rash

You never needed me far

Should’ve left that door ajar

 

Every woman wants to be the one

His eyes can’t leave, or be undone

His leader not his feeder not his breeder oh no

His lover and his cover and reader oh no

 

But I was left behind again

A latchkey child again

Open door, another whore

A twist in the turnstyle again

 

I was left behind again

Lost in the noise again

Not worth leaving home for

No Air bnb in Rome for

Just left behind again

 

Better when I’m high

Lesser when I’m dry

Jimi Janis Scott Weiland

Let behind again

Nothing to find again

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper