Why YellowMan is Yellow
By P.F. Allen


Because he went to three tanning booths every day.
Microwaved his liver.

Lobsters dance along his magnetic lines.
Radio waves tell him to harvest magnetrons.

He is the patron saint of pawn shops.
Beef salesmen beat on his door.

Angels love thunderstorms, like birthday cake in the wind.
He has a cherry pie and hawaiian punch migraine.

The spam sketch from Monty Python runs through his head.
It's festive like a tow truck. Flash, flash.

Lawyers follow him, think he snorted asbestos.
They want him to have mesothelioma.

Nigerians have his bank account number.
They will send him money.


 

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