A poem that you may or may not wish to sing to the tune of the Animal Collective song “Kids on Holiday”

Are you grating some cheese?

in the Disneyland Resort?
don't you be getting rickets

grandeur leads to damnation
we're appealing inpatients
don't conflate me with Archer


moldy hell, family dramas
all these flakes heal uncivil
we've put limits on weeping
‍and we ran out of cash for the fair

So you're sad, stealing, weepy
amortize all the swiss chard

that burst out of my mother

poor Bill Murray’s on Atkins

he's ambushing us halfway
like a sentient mushroom


so earthshaking and conscious

where the hell is my swan-glue?

where’d i put my charisma?

forty winks in my city

we're still crying and squawking

these good looks won't help you with your strife

Now i’ve misplaced Bill Murray's

dinner of abrogation

we'll have permanent grieving

when our landscape is blighted

and our parents are yelling
at Mandy Patinkin

and they achieved a contract

and there's rat-run dissenters

who are cock-blocking Archer

i'm unearthed from their wool rugs
with my tissue and rug glue

and its November before its

a hangout in the waveform

i'm your sob sister refrain
(
i'm your sob sister refrain)
(
i'm your sob sister refrain)
(
i'm your sob sister refrain)

bees bees bees bees

cry cry cry
to destroy beetroots

a glass onion, onion

bees bees bees bees

cry cry cry
to destroy beetroots

a glass onion, onion

it's a bird of prey