Funk
Skunky, crunky,
never schrunky,
sometimes with a scrunchie
bent knees really wilin it
funk dunk in (n) the trunk
never knew that you were doubting
me
Happiness, brass horn shaped
Where is the form shaped?
I never funked like this funk it bumpin
Baby your voo doo is porn-paced
Hold the ringer,
Singer,
May I request,
a Blow from the lungs
That I listen to best
Hold your golden honey
In a pot made of stars
The funk circle vibration through me
And I see bubble cars
Floating overhead
Bumping in the trunky that funky tune














