Yellow Raspberry

No one will eat him
Yellow raspberry
Perched on top of the thorn bush
Up high and ugly
Up high and weird

This minute 20 years ago
Your hair looked just as bad
Talking nonstop to a little rubber pixie
What has changed when you tell your doll hello?

More indignant, less recognizable
You became a bag lady's son
Beating off nonstop
To the escort pages
What has changed as you tell your cross hello?

You left with some money
More self-righteous, less hopeful
Up high and ugly, up high and eugh!

This minute, twenty seconds ago
Your face looks just as dumb
Singing nonsense to your voicemail
What has changed as you tell your cactus hello?

More fixated, less relief
You became a faggot dressed like a bunny
Beating off nonstop to the escort pages
What has changed as you tell the mirror hello?