the Dyke of Death*

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*parody. She is not from Medford
This witch reared her ugly head yesterday. No one anyone knows who faithfully read this blog

We threw her out of the music community in the 1980’s when she was simultaneously exiled from the gay community



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The will of the wisp
Her hands still cold and clammy
They say that she died
With Lou Miami
Creepy old hair
Is that bottled silver?
The Dyke of Death
Thinks she’s Waltzing Matilda

Such a dirty mouth
On a bitter old hag
Like a bad 45 in a plastic bag
300 years old and still on the rxx
The gals at Somewhere Else dubbed her scallywag

Her Irish brogue
Pronounced the Last Call “Cheth’s”
Just more bad pronunciation from
The dyke of death
Venemous mouth
Fueled by intoxicated breath
You’re haunted by the ghost of
The Dyke of Death

She’s your nasty old great grandma
Probably on crack
It’s her scorpion nature
To stab an old friend in the back
Long gone and forgotten
Let her blame the meth
Don’t be another victim of
The Dyke of Death

You can gather in a group
Come some November
The lesbian community/don’t want her as a member
So prim and proper, oh really? Are you blind?
The dame ain’t no managerial
Wunderkind

Your career will go south
With her rages and mayhem
Instead of superstardom
You fizzled out on A & ...ahhh. M
She hates the music of Kiss
Especially “Beth”
Run, don’t walk
From the Dyke of Death

Laughter in P-Town
Those records never had a chance of chartin’
Her managerial “skills”
Straight out of Rowan and Martin
If she has a sex change
They will have to call her Seth
And a modified face transplant
For the Dyke of Death