Milk your mom is a passionate epos about at least three dwarves, Tipsy, Weepy and Jingly, maybe more. It is also a blatant mockery of a “Weepy, wobbly wimp who wants a wall”, which would have been funny, if it weren’t so sad. It is a beautiful audiolisation of the half baked truths of contemporary society, that might do some good. Consequently, it is also the ugly bastard of fake news and ill will. Milk your mom, dude.
Milk your mom
Sleepy, sloppy slips of sense and soul.
Heaps of hoppy hippies down a hole.
Creepy, croppy crips come crawling home.
Sleepy, sloppy slips of sense and soul.
What are you gonna do?
When you wake up?
Tipsy, topsy trips of mind control.
Weepy, wobbly wimp who wants a wall.
Jingly, jangly bling that jinx the parole.
Mingy, mangy mingers milk your mom!
Tipsy stay here, Weepy don’t go,
Jingly, my love, I need you near.
Biggly, boldly, braggly, breaks the role.
Quingy, quirky, craving for a crown.
Break my bone.
Biggly, boldly, braggly, breaks the role.