Southpark (I think too much)

Dear Mrs McCormick it is with a heavy heart I write you
Kenny is dead, Congress sang Asia
Cartman sold fetuses, come on you’re yanking my chain
Stan came to grips, your son died.

I never got to know Butters, he seems too nice
Tweak drinks too much coffee, I miss Kenny
Even Parker & Stone gave us pain (DVDA)
Creative juices flow into tissues

This is the deepest poem I have ever written
Ted McGinley should be the new friend
He can be Kenny’s cousin from Milwaukee
Or a new lawyer that dates Leeann Cartman

Professor Chaos’ soup caper convinced me of true evil
Craig is the Arnold Horshak of South Park
Where’s the fuckin’ remote, General Cartman Lee

© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved