Melvin L. Bomprezzi

10 Jun

My Jenn of Arc

I pray every day for Jennifer ChristShe moved in and took my heart in a Heist

Making love to her is a religious experience

She’s my ticket to a litigious experience

Jennifer Christ navigates me through the stars

She inspires parking garages full of cars

She works hard every day to keep me safe

She inspires me to rise from being a waif

Jennifer Christ answers to a Congress of shareholders

She’s got tons & tons of universe file folders

Jennifer Christ takes me up the stairway to heaven

I first wrote her through P.O. Box 230777

She gets me back to L.A. where I belong

She gets me back to my body being strong

She gets me back into the music biz

She inspires me to be an industry wiz

Jennifer Christ is beautiful when she’s preggars

She answers the prayers of all the beggars

She’s Hollywood royalty she is my highness

She comforts me & helps me overcome my shyness

Jennifer Christ can give me back my good name

Jennifer Christ is one he** of a bomb shell dame

She inspires me to go to both law and med school

Jennifer Christ, for you I am a hopeful fool

c   Saturday, March 19th,  2016, Mail Bomb Ink

My Dysfunctional Family

Meet my father – his name is Mr. President
In my family I am just a resident
Meet my mother – her name is the House and Senate
I ask for her help and she tells me just a minute

Meet the Judges – they are my school
They have turned me into a fool
Meet my brothers – they are the cops
In our sibling rivalry – we don’t pull out the stops

Meet my sister – she’s the slutty news
She f**** my father – she gives me the blues
Meet my dog – she’s the books I read
She give me everything I need

Meet my church – she’s my radio and television
Her parables teach – she gives me h***-a-vision
Meet my job – slave to the head shrinkers
Dysfunction makes me the greatest of thinkers

Meet my girlfriend – I met her in sixth grade
She’s put me to work in the slave trade
Meet me – oh, what a lucky man he was
They sent me to my room just because

Meet my god – she knocks at the walls
She never comes – she never stalls
Meet my house – she is my prison
Within her walls, many troubles have arisen

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