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papa zazzi's yellow fingertips are crying out - to pull your little girl hair, your little girl pigtail ponytail. they're crying out for your soft skin. going to claw it off you when he drag you down to hell .

papa zazzi smokes because he's a closet basket case.

papa want to touch your head every place where a hair grows. papa's gonna use the tip of his fingernail.
what? no.
you just sit there with your eyes closed child let papa do his thing.

WAS A PAPA ZAZZI

VLADIMIR NABOKOV
CHUCK BUKOWSKI
HONEST ED MIRVISH
CHARLTON HESTON
SERGE GAINSBOURG

BIG PAPA ZAZZI CRIED REAL TEARS.

it's a new day...

papa's tired, just leave him be.

papa woke this morning and stared at himself long and hard in the ceiling mirror. papa saw his soul sitting on his soft nest of chest hair and his soul said to him okay, papa. okay man, okay okay.
papa slipped out of bed slid into some slippers.
papa walked to the more forgiving bathroom mirror and gave himself a look.
papa saw them long grey notes under his eyes.
papa coughed up something yellow.
papa caught the reflection of his soft shoulders and went back to bed.

why you wan go on hurt your papa like that

papa got a gun bap bap
ha ha ha
bap

papa zazzi's eyes glow, his teeth shine from the corner bit of his mouth where that guile lifts lip and exposes them all shining, while he thinks about how his big hands could stretch right cross the equator.
his papa hands could span the distance from your little face to your soul.
because papa zazzi makes you feel full up spiritually
and he knows it.

papa zazzi's little lady likes the morning light; says it brings her comfort like nothing else can. makes her skin look soft and her face is full of youth.

papa zazzi's little lady sucks the sugar out of all his cavities. papa zazzi's little lady has a rotten sweet tooth, makes her crazy, makes her frantic.

papa zazzi's gonna sing you happy birthday baby. in his papa voice.
that's right.

here is my papa zazzi mask

here i am

i am papa zazzi and here i am

papa zazzi's gonna tell you

papa zazzi's got a new idea, baby...

papa bought you some sugar cakes.

papa zazzi's gonna make you eat every last bite a them sugar cakes, until your bitty little belt busts.

child, papa zazzi knows what you're thinkin.

papa zazzi knows these things, child.

papa zazzi, he already knows your number.

PAPA ZAZZI - WHAT IS A MAN
by papa zazzi

-a man always has a fine sheen to his skin.
-a man always has shiny buffed shoes.
-a man is made of leather, made of stone. a man is a father.
-a man can whistle through his teeth.
-a man can lie through those same teeth.
-a man is bloody, a man is made of blood and teeth.
-a man is a man of leisure is a man of metal is a man with fine-tuned sensibilities and class and taste and medium-rare or less.
-and the measure of his worth and the value of his word - they are separate, and they are distinct
(a man of distinction bears no gifts, no ties, no family man, all neil diamond solitary man all neon lighted strip club by the hiway oh papa has needs, a man's needs, he gets em)
-and the value of his word is the weight of his blood is a man is a man is a man.


leisure suit at the beach golf day honey honey i bought you something.
by papa zazzi

can papa zazzi have your phone number honey

ooh. papa zazzi's got some right fine wine chillin. a nice big plate of your favorite dinner, that's right. right here on this sweet little buckskin throw my child.
wind up.

papa zazzi's gonna spit on you like wax-oil and slide his fingers like a reptile.

papa zazzi's gon take your picture on his polaroid and frame you up real nice.

papa takes his time on his mama. papa got a wad of bills to smack you with. papa skin so leather rub your sweat in papa folds like paper, folds like a leaf, and watch the fragile bits papa your neck and wrists, i'll crush 'em!

papa zazzi, he's gonna make you a cupcake.