Mad Cow has a bone-spur lip Every tongue is a slip The wars that he fights Have come home to bite The antics, the tumble, the flip.
Mad Cow imagines with ease Himself on a flying trapeze I’m like a god He says with a nod Keeper of the kingdom keys.	Mad Cow’s on a diet of Q An anonymous sea of dew Castro killed Kennedy A Pizza-gate remedy Welcome to this poisonous stew.
Mad Cow talks bangers and beans He’s thinking of a TV screen You’re hired, you’re fired Damn, I’m wired Into himself he leans.	Mad Cow is an Oedipal thing Daddy was money, the king Who spoon-fed his son Bled the bastards for fun Where to put the nostril ring?