Won’t you come into my parlour, says Jack Nicholson to Shelley Duvall.
No you stupid woman, don’t hit me with the baseball bat
I want to see a sexy ghost.
I want to see a sexy ghost
because they’re always very sexy;
sex and blood and coo-coo-cachoo
by the Dakota Building,
outside the Dakota Building with Lindsay Lohan.
Come in, says John.
Come in, says Jack.
Break glass in case of spousal insanity;
get away from me, Linda Blair.
If we’re mad then it’s a rainbow with all the colours running down,
colors American, colours upper-class twit.
Make me a rainbow, make me a witching.
Spoiler
The poem's about being messed up, at having to stay outside and being rejected or alone for whatever reason. I do realise that having to write this shows that I'm not doing the poetry thing very well, so any help on it being clearer would be very helpful. 
