His Crap Will Go On
         (By Sister Jezebel)

(with apologies to James Horner 
and Will Jennings, but NOT Celine Dion)

Every night
In nightmares
I see him with slide shows.
I just know
He'll go on for hours.

I perform 
Autopsies
Without eating dinner.
While he
my pizza devours.

Near, far
Wherever we are
I believe that his crap will go on.
Once more,
He'll break down my door,
And he'll know
From my eyebrow
I hate
When his crap goes on.

He'll wake me and take me
On some red-eye flight,
And never let on why we've gone.
He will ditch and diss me,
Except when he needs to
Do displays of alien spawn.

Near, far
Wherever we are
I believe that his crap will go on.
Once more,
He'll break down my door,
And he'll know
From my eyebrow
I hate
When his crap goes on.

He's here.
There's nothing I fear
More than knowing his crap will go on.
We'll stay
Forever this way,
I am one in five billion,
To love how his crap goes on.

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