Do you know the wishing well, the fishing shell, the street of hell?
Do you know the bag of nuts, the band of sluts, the fag and putz?
Do you know the santa elf, thine own short self, the highest shelf?
Do you know the geese I own, the guys I’ve blown, the gap I’ve sown?
Do you know the bed at home, the pizza alone, the guy and gnome?
Do you know the poem of mine, the old aunts shrine, the place we dine?