That hairy chin was of a time and a place
A locus of N*Sync and Charleston
Chews so phlegmatic, we called it
A Patchwork Orange.
My trendy beard was so offensive.
So monstrous, so what? It was so-so.
Had you seen it you might have taunted,
“We’ve broken our backs on
Mount Vesuvianne Westwood.
Mi idolo is spewing Ash Ketchum!”
How else could I explain?
I ran out of time to exhume
The body politik, tock, talking
Of sheer nylon bodystockings.