Mr. ArtAtrocity...False Profits vol.2

Whenever I look up at the Moon on a cloudless night.  I wonder what the hell is a vacant planet parked by us anyways?  Like a beautiful woman ready and waiting for nothing, no thing at all.  Yeah, I hear all the little discovery channel scientists out there telling me it's for our tides and seasons.  Well whatever.  Like anyone really cares.  It's just another vacant lot of --WHO? If you strike the double UU you get HO...Ho, Ho, Ho and a bottle of jack sh)t. What am I-- a cigerette smoking  'beepin' owl?? If you ever driven by a vacant lot and said to yourself. I wonder who owns that --WHO?  And see the spider webs and tall weeds growing, rocks left or thrown in odd patterns.  The fence which is not keeping anyone out is somehow only keep the flying trash in?  Beer cans and coke bottle remains are the festive ingredients of the lot's dirty memory of  past times-- and good times.  People walk by the vacant ...