·—Ʊ'ƗƸ:¦¤шЇ=¡=Їш¤¦:ƷƗ'Ʊ—·

he was once my master, he'd made me a slave, I curse all his offspring and shit on his grave

×=]:Φ-Ɣ·Ω¦*ƗĦƗ*¦Ω·Ɣ-Φ:[=×

an effortless beauty, did greet us at dawn – tall clouds made of roses and jewels on the lawn

ǂш:Ħ-џƟī¤ҰȯҰ¤īƟџ-Ħ:шǂ

the algae is blooming, the oceans are sour – does time yet remain or is this the last hour?

Ŧ¡Ʌǂȫ-πŸ∞ī◊¦◊ī∞Ÿπ-ȫǂɅ¡Ŧ

have done now with heaping, yearn not to accrue, to tighten the grasp is to let more slip through

Ŧ^ӝџ·ш]Ū:(•):Ū[ш·џӝ^Ŧ

think not of the beatings that could well commence, just keep at your digging – we must clear the fence

+._¡-Ʒ¥¤×∏ӫŦΦŦӫ∏פ¥Ƹ¡_.+

all things now stand equal, the heavens align, the spirits are lifting the moods are benign

=Ɨ.Ɏ◊Ɔȫǂш]˚¯¨¯˚[шǂȫC◊Ɏ.Ɨ=

the field is approaching, the great hound makes roar, the boatman beside me now paddles his oar

Ɨ•¤ǂΘī¡Ї*Ǝ:ɄҰɄ:E*Ї¡īΘǂ¤•Ɨ

the heart breaks eternal, don't mind with the glue, for nothing but loving can mend it anew

Ħ×πџ-πџΦˇºˇºˇΦџπy-џπ×Ħ

something raps, against the pane, please do stay – don't leave again

¥˚¡_◊Ŧӫџǁ—¤—ǁџӫŦ◊_¡˚¥

the knuckles have fissured, the dermis is dry, now stoke you this furnace and do not ask why

ȣ:)ŦºɅƷ^ƗЇ·¤Ʊ¤·ЇƗ^ƸɅºŦ(:ȣ

great sister is rising, her countenance full, come twirl in her eddies come dance in her pull

¤π-.Ω='Ɔ◊ºӝƗӝº◊C'=Ω.-π¤

the young ones are sleeping, the cider is hot, a dancer is prancing but dasher got shot

ï=Ɨ:ǂƟ•ш×∏¦∏×ш•Ɵǂ:Ɨ=ï

frozen toes, and chestnut wishes – clean that bird then wash them dishes

џ.Ħǁºπ'¡Ұ◊=[¯]=◊Ұ¡'πºǁĦ.џ

her toenails need clipping her hair is a mess, how dare she to come here in that fucking dress

ΦƎ.^Ξ:—'Θ•×•Θ'—:Ξ^.EΦ

the smoke-clouds keep rising, the fields they lie bare, yet none of us worry and still fewer care

∏_Ɨ∆·¥Ʌ×C¦Ω¦Ɔ×Ʌ¥·∆Ɨ_∏

lay me down and smooth my feathers, I'm now yours through any weathers

Ĥ:ƎŪ=ш\ҰȫŦȫҰ/ш=ŪE:Ĥ

your sister is lovely – pale legs and blond locks – please give me phone number please fondle buttocks

Ї.πƱ'¤¡×ï•ƸƗȯƗƷ•ïס¤'Ʊπ.Ї

the cards are against it, the prospects look grim, the waters are rising – best learn how to swim

˙º◊×·ш—«∞ǂΘǂ∞»—ш·×◊º˙

righted keel and hoisted mizzen – keep us swift and out of prison

Ɨ=Ʉ.Ɵџȣ^+ƔïƔ+^ȣџƟ.Ʉ=Ɨ

the sunlight has fled us for lands dry and warm, now man acts all grumpy his heart filled with scorn

-ĦΞƸ•×ȱƎŦҰŦEȱוƷΞĦ-

a shearing has happened, the young do not care, ignorant to limits they beg pound and glare

Φ·Ĥǂ-шŦ._∞]Ї[∞_.Ŧш-ǂĤ·Φ

a temperature rises, the heart lifts to sing, while hopes rise to Heaven on gossamer wing

¦«]—ӝ•Ψ/=ī∆ī=\Ψ•ӝ—[»¦

pray for rain but plan for flooding – rest your spoon reach not for pudding

Ππ'º'/=Ω·º∆º∆º·Ω=\'º'πΠ

the followers vanish, quite bored with these rhymes, tossed at them like beggars get pelted with dimes

C]=Ɵ.Ħ¤_'ǂ'_¤Ħ.Ɵ=[Ɔ

the planets are meeting, they will soon align, we study reflections, we wait for the sign

Ʉ=Ɨ:Ʊ◊ӫ∏·Ū·∏ӫ◊Ʊ:Ɨ=Ʉ

swirl in milk to sweeten waters, drink them with some local daughters

Ŧ.^¡ҰΦ×|Ǝ]=[E|×ΦҰ¡^.Ŧ

I have faith, but few religions, free of hate, of grief a smidgen

Ħʒȫ¦Ξ•Ūџ]ȣ[џŪ•Ξ¦ȫƸĦ

there's bread in this pudding, there's meat in this pie, the stove it malfunctioned – the roast got too dry

]-Ɵǂ∏:Ɔ·īшҰшī·C:∏ǂƟ-[

simple life and early pleasure makes for long and wholesome leisure

˙˚ºπŦ—ǂ.Ʊ∞ш∞Ʊ.ǂ—Ŧπº˚˙

biting coldness, blowing wind, look at this fine mess we're in

Ɣ¤Ūī•\˚Ʌº.Ұ.ºɅ˚/•īŪ¤Ɣ

have done with liesmithing and write no more words, this rambling is worthless these poems are turds

-Ǝ=ΞџŦΦŸ¡[◊]¡ŸΦŦџΞ=E-

so much blood and guts and gore, spilled to ground by dogs of war, can we stop it there is doubt, masses scream and plead and shout

|=Ұǂ-×πĦшΘшĦπ×-ǂҰ=|

all men have a third eye, but most still can't see, we'd much rather tug it, we use it to pee

¨¯ºƱȫŦɄ_¡Ї¡_ɄŦȫƱº¯¨

driven by the pelting rains and seeking shelter from a storm they lighted on a rundown house and stayed there trying to get warm

Ʊ-ӝ.CƗƷ—◊¦◊—ƸƗƆ.ӝ-Ʊ

the winter has fled us, the warm winds have come, let's play in the leaf-piles and dance in the sun

Їπ-ш^•-ï×Ɔ.¡.C×ï-•^ш-πЇ

except for the madness, that girl seems OK, she slept on my futon, she promised to stay

Ɵ|Ĥ^Ωџ¤¡ȱ¡¤џΩ^Ĥ|Ɵ

the guardsmen are skittish, we escape tonight, the signal just sounded – be quiet, no light

˙Ɏ·Ĥ'E:Ħ-ǂшǂ-Ħ:Ǝ'Ĥ·Ɏ˙

an orange moon rises, the legends were true, my fingernails lengthen, my hair and teeth too

Ʌ¡∏ï«Ū×Ʉ.◊.Ʉ×Ū»ï∏¡Ʌ

the eyelids are drooping, the breath it grows long, now fluff up the covers, now sing night-night song

ˆˇ^˙\._=¡×·º¯Φ¯º·×¡=_./˙^ˇˆ

three more days 'till liftoff, the rocket's a joke, it's leaning to starboard, it won't even smoke

Θ¨-¤•ӫџĦƗɅƗĦџӫ•¤-¨Θ

we just passed the apex, nothing is the same, we're breaking the boundaries of life's foul rigged game

Ұºǂ∏¤ш·Ĥ:ī:Ĥ·ш¤∏ǂºҰ

they check and they prod now, they test sniff and poke, yet none of them laugh when I loose a quick joke

Ħ.Ɨџ˚_Ψ•ï¡¤¡ï•Ψ_˚џƗ.Ħ

the banners are fallen, the gates split in twain, our homeland is ruined, all efforts in vain

Ωȣӫȫȱȯº'—×—'ºȯȱȫӫȣΩ

they're standing bedazzled, enthralled, with jaws slack, start selling them tickets so that they come back

ΞŪ—¦¤ī¤ï¤Ʊ¤ï¤ī¤¦—ŪΞ

now loosen the shackles, now unchain your rage, do not keep it bottled, or trapped in a cage

•ӫ◊Ɨ¡EĤ¥×Ʉ×¥ĤƎ¡Ɨ◊ӫ•

a winter's upon us, for good worse or bad, let's dance in the specter of good times we've had

ҰɅ=^ˇ¡π˙ˆ*¯*ˆ˙π¡ˇ^=ɅҰ

it's one thing to gander, it's two things to gain, for he who stays home knows both pleasure and pain

¤Ħ*ƹȣƟшǁшƟȣƷ*Ħ¤

a tempest approaches, the good times are here, the Fortunes will guide us, and keep our minds clear

Ɨ.ˆ-ˇ/=]Ξ—¡ǂ¡—Ξ[=\ˇ-ˆ.Ɨ

the winking is over, it's bunk moot and lame, I'm wearied of questions, I'm sick of this game

шƔӫīɄƷӝɅӝƸɄīӫƔш

the ale's fine to look at, the bread is pretty, so keep these goods flowing – avoid mutiny

Ŧ_·∆ǂЇ.Ɏº•Ω•ºɎ.Їǂ∆·_Ŧ

the log-chain is dragging, it's moments from taut, come witness our evil, come see what we've wrought

π]!¡!π-º◊º(◊)º◊º-π!¡![π

a squeak of his bike-chain is all that you'll hear, to betray his presence and make known he's near

πº^Ψ[•]Ψ[•]Ψ^ºπ

those old sons of glory, those proud lords of steam, they made do with little, they knew not of meme

ī¤Ŧ*Ū∏=¡¥¦¥¡=∏Ū*Ŧ¤ī

this heavy drizzle, this wee monsoon, will see basements flooded and homeowners swoon

ȫҰƗΞƱӫɄȯɄӫƱΞƗҰȫ

simple pleasure, easy time – smithing lie and making rhyme

Ʌ•ī.»ӝ'C¡·ȱ·¡Ɔ'ӝ«.ī•Ʌ

the fire's inside me, sits deep in my loin, it burns like a diamond and shines like a coin

C◊×ȯǂЇ_ƗшǁшƗ_Їǂȯ×◊Ɔ

we compare our present to times long gone past, and realize that heartbreak fear anger and torment don't last

∏-Ħ^Ĥ—πīɅīπ—Ĥ^Ħ-∏

now strap on your goggle, and don your gauntlet – there's glory to wrangle, there's fire to spit

ºŸC¦ƎΦπ∞ï∞πΦE¦ƆŸº

the wise man he steps back, he lets all things through, while fools grasp at nothings, and buy them brand new

∆Ɨ*˚ȯīŪ=ƷΞƸ=Ūīȯ˚*Ɨ∆

these new gangsta rappers, are crisp fly and boss, they've so much to witness, they ride hard and floss

-×◊¡-[ǂ¡_¡.¥ȫ¥.¡_¡ǂ]-¡◊×-

brain-pan scoured, liver cleansed, kidneys got good flushing, skin massaged, sinus washed, now teeth get their brushing

ӝ=.π_/'|^-:Ɨ:-^|'\_π.=ӝ

right now we are facing, a trove of fresh starts, a gaggle of failures, a smidgen of farts

ΘŦ×Ħ¦ш∏ш¦Ħ×ŦΘ

it's true what they're saying, things aren't as they seem, awake from your slumber, abandon your dreams

Ɵ]|¯Ʉ^ǂ¤.Ɏ.¤ǂ^Ʉ¯|[Ɵ

is this ransom taken, is its claim still loose, I'll phone a few contacts – I've still got some juice

º∏¦=]¨'¡_.◊Θ◊._¡'¨[=¦∏º

I will miss but two things, when I leave this town – my dear mothers spider, and their silken gowns

Ūʒӫ¡џ∆:¦Ψ¦:∆џ¡ӫƸŪ

the network is open, our crypt has been cracked – wipe pr0n and leave office, there's no coming back

C•īǂ×˙ˇ^шƗш^ˇ˙×ǂī•Ɔ

the field-mouse looked at me, a silent request – I ceased my destruction, spared his ruined nest

ī×ΞĦ.Ɨ—E¦∏Ї∏¦Ǝ—Ɨ.ĦΞ×ī

I like myself plenty, my future is bright – these rain-clouds will pass and I'll sleep well tonight

◊ЇɅ\¯'º-_:«ī»:_-º'¯/ɅЇ◊

my vices diminish, lose hold over me, all but for the big one, old man gluttony

Ї¡Ʉïџ·ӝȯŸȯӝ·џïɄ¡Ї

her thigh-gap is showing, her hair hangs down low, she is a choice maiden, and now we all know

Θ=∏ΞE—C¤Ɔ—ƎΞ∏=Θ

the thing that looks cleanest, is probably foul, the most prudish female can make pornstars howl

_oɄŪπīΦŦΦīπŪɄo_

one thousand one pardons, for all that's been done – the new age of whorphan has just now begun

∞-Ƹ¤¦Φ¡•»·Ÿ·«•¡Φ¦¤Ʒ-∞

these aphids keep coming, they're at every door, I try not to kill them – that scent just brings more

Ʌ!-ǁ_\—ȫ*Ū*ȫ—/_ǁ-!Ʌ

this music does to me, what drugs used to try, it quickens my heartbeat and moistens my eye

¨Ħ.ī=ˆΞƗ_'Θ'_ƗΞˆ=ī.Ħ¨

the knots they do loosen, the ropes grow less taut, as pain is forgiven, as grudge is forgot

◊—ƎшƟ˚•Ŧ•˚ƟшE—◊

get ready for madness, avoid that airship, we're in for a doozy when solar poles flip

×ӫĦ˙¯ƗƔ.·/∆\·.ƔƗ¯˙Ħӫ×

the barn door is open and eagle is down, a bear shit the woods and there's 1 horse in town

¨ǂºǂºǂш•ш•шǂºǂºǂ¨

a tender of whorphans, did visit today, it ate my leftovers, it romped in the hay

џ×џ×џ—ŸɎҰɎŸ—џ×џ×џ

let go of your future, forgive sins long passed, if you just stay present you'll build things that last

¨˚Φ∏:шǁˇ^Ÿ^ˇǁш:∏Φ˚¨

I've filled out the papers, my pencil is worn, now bang on your gavel – this meeting's adjourned

•«ƸºȫɅ∞¡ǂҰǂ¡∞ɅȫºƷ»•

I'm great in a crisis and when time is slim, I am now survivor and not just victim

·џ◊.Ʊ:Ū'¯˚º º˚¯'Ū:Ʊ.◊џ·

this hand-hold is clean and my neighbor smells fine. are we really on the correct subway line?

ΦїǂȸƔƆȯ×ȯCƔȸǂЇΦ

it's all on the table, there's helpings galore, those harpies won't hurt you – just go ask for more

¤—Ɵ·◊īш.Ψ.шī◊·Ɵ—¤

grass cut, laundry down, chicken in the fryer, stroked mutt, clock wound, fixed it with some pliers

ΨƗ]ȫ¦^Ū¡πǁπ¡Ū^¦ȫ[ƗΨ

sing now oh goddess the rage of my soul, help me to feel something, escape this hole

C•ĦџƗŦш¡шŦƗџĦ•Ɔ

the walls they are watching, the signal is breached, so keep your thoughts simple, your words out of reach

Ɨ.Ʉ¦—ӫƎ¡ǂ¡Eӫ—¦Ʉ.Ɨ

there is no beginning, nor was there an end, the rage it must come out for this heart to mend

×ī¤∏ȯ-C·Ʊ·Ɔ-ȯ∏¤ī×

I grasp and I fondle, for things that aren't there, it makes me frustrated, I tear at my hair

•×ȸºŦŪǂџ—џǂŪŦºȸו

the bandits are coming, they just made the pass, our defense is strong and we fight to the last

Ɵ¨•CƗ¡Ÿ∆◊Ʌ◊∆Ÿ¡ƗƆ•¨Ɵ

it's lame boring mundane, to keep saying “nice”, I'll quit purge avoid it, as if it were lice

make it

·ŦθπƱ˙ǁ.ɄшɄ.ǁ˙ƱπΘŦ·

I yearn for you, your lips I cherish, come hold me now love lest I perish

˙*Φ∏EĦ¡шï_џ_ïш¡ĦƎ∏Φ*˙

the debates are over, they have reached their end, we now greet with comrade and brother and friend

◊ŦшƗȣɎџɄџɎȣƗшŦ◊

don't push lone pedal that burn up him oil but mash them twin pedals of clean honest toil

˚C¦Ĥџ¡×—ӫшӫ—סџĤ¦Ɔ˚

a wise man once told me to not stay but flee; I ignore all warning and heed no degree

ĦЇ◊ºȯƱǂƸΞƷǂƱȯº◊ЇĦ

my heart's become silent, as still as a grave, for now I am hero and no longer slave

¥Ʌ'×Ψ·џƆïCџ·Ψ×'Ʌ¥

although they are angry and cut me no slack, their hatred just washes straight off of my back

ΘɎǂ∏ĤƷ•˚º˙º˚•ƸĤ∏ǂɎΘ

we're spice & pricey & all in betwixt, a grand pornocracy, a delicate mix

ƗшīπџπīшƗ

a pinch of dirt a toss of risk a heaping mound of pleasure, when said is done we'll laugh as one and contemplate in leisure

῁Ŧ¡ɨ.шīӫџ—џӫīш.Ɨ¡Ŧ῁

some two-legged chutzpah, is headed our way; don't leave now – get popcorn, sit down, watch and stay

Ξ^\¡.¤]E◊^'Θ'^◊Ǝ[¤.¡/^Ξ

good luck on your journey,and please return soon, we'll miss your foul hijinks you damn crazy loon

¥ШΞ\-•ï.'Ɵ'.ï•-/ΞШ¥

a quantum of pleasure is just within reach, some find it in dancing I find it in peach

.ǂ]Џ¤Ŧº•=Ǝ∏E=•ºŦ¤Џ[ǂ.

I cannot concentrate and control leaves me, when I even get within sight of TV 

:]∏_Їǂ◊×^ȯ·¡•¡·ȯ^×◊ǂЇ_∏[:

my heart it is racing, my eyes they are dry, from this mortal mouth comes a loud joyous cry

ΦȣΘЏӪШ¯º¯ШӪЏΘȣΦ

the flavors are delayed, when will they arrive, my taste-buds are jumpy – alert and alive

Ū'¤.ǂ|*Џ•ºȣº•Џ*|ǂ.¤'Ū

how gladly they follow, without saying peep, these mindless consumers, these gullible sheep

Ʉ/∆Ŧȯ_﫦Ʊ¦»ï_ȯŦ∆\Ʉ

this stupid damn zipper it just up and broke, with pants around ankles I'm brunt of all joke

CΞE¦ƎΞƆ

there's lots left to do love, so please do not go, we'll get these things done right, we'll take them real slow

ȯ×ƟШ:¦-¥◊¤◊¥-¦:ШƟ×ȯ

the mind gets sucked in by that cathode-ray glare, the eyes they go blank and do nothing but stare

ºŦ+*Ʉ'«.•¡ȣ¡•.»'Ʉ*+Ŧº

this new compilation is better than good, it's rad tops and dandy, it makes me hardwood

ȯ*'¯Џ._Ш•ïΘï•Ш_.Џ¯'*ȯ

these space-times is broken, they don't continue, so I'll just exchange them, for new ones that do

·×:◊=ƔǂºƆ•[*]•CºǂƔ=◊:×·

that long sleep was needed to wake my ass up, it's dampened my doubting and refilled my cup

+_Ξ◊∏×-·–•Φ•–·-×∏◊Ξ_+

this gunpowder green is the finest of all, it spreads the eyes open and makes hair stand tall

H:¦*ȯɎ˚¡ǂºŦºǂ¡˚Ɏȯ*¦:H

there's ants in my pants but I'm sure they're not real, they pinch bite and tickle, they cause me to squeal

Ʌ•^¯'·Ɵ.∞_¡Ӫ¡_∞.Ɵ·'¯^•Ʌ

pin-hole leaks they made lame my velocipede, the right tools helped fix it with skill flash and speed

^Ш=∏Ұ.C[Ʉ]Ɔ.Ұ∏=Ш^

the network's expanded, the webs they are spun, our pages are current, come see what we've done

º¯'/.◊ƔƱҰƟҰƱƔ◊.\'¯º

all gladness has fled us, our doom is at hand, that cheap worthless savior he just up and scrammed

ï:[¯ºǂ¡.ȯ»=¤=«ȯ.¡ǂº¯]:ï

this chain-mail is heavy, these breeches are tight, I fancy I'll vomit before next first light

˚•º·'+.◊:-Џ-:◊.+'·º•˚

we've found a new format, to help cure our woes, it's called html, and here's how it goes:

Ψ.ǂC•∆׺Ʌº×∆•Ɔǂ.Ψ

she gives me tight squeezes, but disdainful looks, all wrapped in romances she finds in books

'¯Ɏ+ï=¤¦•]·Ū·[•¦¤=ï+Ɏ¯'

we just found a whole nest of quite the right sort, let's chain drag prod beat them then kill them for sport

|_¡˚(Φ:ȣЖȯǂȯЖȣ:Φ)˚¡_|

to larboard is empty, to starboard the same, these seas they are devoid of man fish and game

]-ï=¦◊'Ŧ•ƱºШºƱ•Ŧ'◊¦=ï-[

but now comes the time his shackles for to break, from bowels to heavens this plane he'll dare quake

Ħ×ҰŦǂɎ_Ʉ.¥.Ʉ_ɎǂŦҰ×Ħ

he's been stuck in neutral for lo these long years, all wrapped up in hopelessness dismay and fears

Ұ.¤Џ'*Ї:_•¡∏¡•_:Ї*'Џ¤.Ұ

the ghost is clumsy drunk who shifts these floor-beams, he bumps things they go clunk disturbing my dreams

:)^Ȫ_.•ȯº˚˚˚ºȯ•._Ȫ^(:

these mountains majestic, with peaks they do sprawl, let's sit here in wonder, enchanted, enthralled

_-'/=^Ж:E¦Ш¦Ǝ:Ж^=\'-_

it almost spells something, this structure right here, its meaning is mystery – shrouded, unclear

Ұ•ºɅ.ǂ]Ӫ˚Ʉ˚Ӫ[ǂ.Ʌº•Ұ

the laurels of victory cling to crest yet, proving that this one her true match has not met

×Ŧ˚-.]_Џ=:Ɵ:=Џ_[.-˚Ŧ×

the last hour is deadly, puts me underground, while the ones before it, did injure and wound

¯ºĦ◊ȯ.•¡'Ʊ'¡•.ȯ◊Ħº¯

how wide in stride how bold in step that soul who is unerring, who sallies forth with chest erect and forelock bright with daring

¤|:Ї-ǁ˚^Ӫ'_ǂ_'Ӫ^˚ǁ-Ї:|¤

his mind is a cesspool, his house is a sty, the girls have stopped coming, and he wonders why

Ɵ.Ш-Φ'Ʉ.Ȫ.Ʉ'Φ-Ш.Ɵ

oh come all ye faithful and look at this créche, then step over here and eat some human flesh

\ȯ'º¤_.Ɣ-^[ǂ]^-Ɣ._¤º'ȯ/

the drilling is over, at least for today, I'll floss brush and eat right, to keep it that way

•^]ǂ×(∞_Û|:Џ:|Û_∞)×ǂ[^•

he awoke all sweaty, sheets knotted with rage, next to a ripe hottie, too young for his age

-×.ï_Ɵ'[:ǂ•)Ŧ(•ǂ:]'Ɵ_ï.×-

yon ramparts have fallen, the watch is struck down, come – now's our chance, darling – let's flee this crap town

^!Ʊ¡'∆∏•Ї·Ʌ·Ї•∏∆'¡Ʊ!^

oh how they despise us and wish we would die, we who speak out make noise stand proud ocuppy

¯ЏŪɎ*Ħ_¥·Ʉ·¥_Ħ*ɎŪЏ¯

a pawn of the future, a puppet of time, this bleed-through's quite taxing, it weighs on my mind

Φï_Ш=ºȯ\.]ȣ[./ȯº=Ш_ïΦ

where once we lived in Liberty, without much fuss or -ism, bright stars now barb our oppressors' whips, broad stripes form bars of prison

'^.Ŧ=¡Ħ_|·E˚Ǝ·|_Ħ¡=Ŧ.^'

this shit ain't as easy, as I make it seem, to write rhymes that sparkle with polish and gleam

¯º*Ї•Ξ+ǁ:[∏'Ū'∏]:ǁ+Ξ•Ї*º¯

a bad man is walking out on the front lawn, but my bitch does little but sniff scratch and yawn

V=Θ¤Ʌ¡¥◊Ɏ◊¥¡Ʌ¤Θ=V

he quit to teach, he prefer learning, is done with need want lust and yearning

∆'+_*ȯ]·»×ӝ׫·[ȯ*_+'∆

OK I'm on cupid, now show me some skin, and please do not shun me, for I need a win

∏Ŧ•×Ʌ_Ʉ'¡]Џ[¡'Ʉ_ɅוŦ∏

the tendons are stretching, my sphincter's not tight, this yoga is helping to make me all right

Шº^'^ŦΞ•:_:•ΞŦ^'^ºШ

now this might sound naughty, but I just don't care: please spit in my eyeballs and yank on my hair

ӝ=Ψ:Ȫ¦Û|Ȫ|Û¦Ȫ:Ψ=ӝ

the topmast has fallen, the mizzen's no more, let's lighten our load now and break out the oars

Ʊ¯'^*Ħ[¤·.Ɣ.·¤]Ħ*^'¯Ʊ

no more yelling, stop and think, please don't vanish into drink

∆'•.]¡=ΦЇ*ºŦº*ЇΦ=¡[.•'∆

let healing continue, rekindle the cause, I'm done with mere average – I need some applause

«◊Џ[•:Ш.Ʉ¦Ū¦Ʉ.Ш:•]Џ◊»

while this group's dissolving, our bonds will stay strong, we'll all keep in contact, and stretch our ties long

¯ºƎï_¦•=]'.Ŧ.'[=•¦_ïEº¯

this tree's a walnut, I know by it's bark, all motteld and rippled, veigned – simple – and dark

v_◊^Ʉ.¤+Ū+¤.Ʉ^◊_v

this boasting that happens when humbleness leaves, is like that which infects all foul joyous thieves

*Θ×']Ŧ.∏:=:∏.Ŧ['×Θ*

the guests are arriving, they've finally come, the work's now just starting, it's barely begun

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this life, I've been living, by some right strange rules, these gifts I've been given, must use or I'll lose

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lift up chin & dust off shin for we are brave & humble, unlike the fools who boast & bruise – they cannot help but stumble

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a noontime sleep doth beg and creep on edges of my waking, I'll not abide nor gently glide 'till nightime bed I'm making

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a howling inferno, does blow through my mind, unless I remember to breathe and unwind

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take one pinch of reckless, and add some brass balls, then stand back and watch these young teens climb the walls

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my goal is to spread joy and lift souls and help, not merely to feed tweet poke pin like or yelp

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the center is lifting, up up from the core, I'll keep on deep breathing, and lift it some more

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I'll twist out my third eye whenever it tries to look in and back onto past woes and cries

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the commode is clogged up, and I can't tell why, the damn thing just won't flush – believe me I've tried

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from mere human wreckage, is hero made strong, to shine like that beacon, for which we all long

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how quickly bad old ghost did shrink run and hide, as soon as I re-woke the Spirit inside

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each man must start somewhere, and this place seems right, now fetch me my linens – I'm done for the night

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the stillness it calls, through all our smooth talking, one trick is to stall, and slow down quick walking

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one leg down, and countless more coming, I hear bells, and soundless deep drumming

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it was hot I learned a lot from Texan and outsider, few bug bites but some bed mites these days I feel much wiser

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a few swift marks, with nature's brush, slow down the pace, and calm the rush

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through bright blessed evening, and warm sacred night, the change it's upon us, it fuels our delight

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a proud oppressed people, defy tyranny, keep fighting oh brave souls, dear friends in Turkey

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among greatest challenge, that mankind can know, is how to have feelings, and to world them show

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Pop Time keeps on marching, across his clock-face, complaints they won't stop him, nor will this here mace

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one girl she gave up, all draped in her sorrow, and she won't be back, with us on the morrow

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a fistful of pudding, a flagon of meat; she played quite the good thing – she ruffled my sheet

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make it quick, pack up the booty, we must hide – they're coming home

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with lion's breath, and hairs bright gleaming, they mounted flight, toward victor's praise

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we've all moved to cities, abandoned the farms, so let's please play nice now and lay down our arms

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the moon isn't something, all sullen and grand – it's a lump of plastic, that fits in the hand

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the tomcat kept calling, out by the front door, his cries were quite piercing, now he calls no more

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he just moved from one place, where it smelled like Nice, to that kind of hovel, where people get lice

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he dwells in that one place, where death with life meets, calm mind while he's walking, soft breath while he sleeps

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a friend just went riding, on by past the door, she was in a hurry – I see her no more

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the whispering phoenix, for too long did sit, alone in my closet, all covered in shit

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words are more mighty than brick steel or bone, so guard the tongue wisely or rest in the loam

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I've sure been a bad boy, I've acted the Worm, on blowcaine shrooms whiskey and that sweet sweet sherm

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the choice it is mine if to eat sleep or chill, the one thing I won't do is get back on them pills

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these nuggets are hard and the fries are all gone, let's hit that one drive-through – my hunger is long

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a mean guy's inside me, but he's not alone, we'll all evolve slowly, together as one

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the pain it's kept sinking, way on down below, and it's had me thinking, that I couldn't grow

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her eyes they are greener, than yesterday were, perhaps it's this weather, but I'm not too sure

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the old ones are watching, as are those unborn; I'll change up my habits and make some new norms

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trust between strangers, it's rampant and swell, in each room and cranny of this fine hostel

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sometimes it's slap-tagging, and others it's scrawl, but often him whorphan he don't graff at all

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the clouds they are rushing, on by down below, this airplane is flying way too goddamn slow

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some days these wee poems, spring quick from the mind, but not today, oh no – I seek and can't find

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it's real hard to fake, and harder to factor, with chainsaw and tractor and trowel and rake

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this soup is sore lacking, these sweetmeats are stale, but it's my own fault – I buy food through the mail

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these spiders abound here, on rug coat and stair, thank goodness I'm too big to become ensnared

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the grass it does grow here, if I wish or not: I'll rake wash and eat it if that's all I've got

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most cuts on the surface, they heal well and quick, but wounds on the inside stay put and make sick

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he's not much to look at, and he's far from best, but there's not much else than his mettle to test

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this schooner she masters, whitecaps with aplomb, so mop up the mizzen and pass out the rum

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the wild winds are rushing, the ground it is clean, let's cool off our jets now and chill by this stream

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ihr Busen er hängt schief, und weiss wer was noch, ich will doch ein jüngeres, frischeres Loch

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a worn out old tied-down, a moldy small cake, let's torch all this garbage and jump in the lake

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there's not a man next to me, and no soul behind, yet I can still smell him and he reeks just fine

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lifeless antennae on rooftops abound, they watch look and listen to all that's around

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archetypes flourish, so set in their order, both thin crust and deep dish they march to set beats

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how deeply he slumbers, with long hair and tooth, that man who mistakes his weak lies for the Truth

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talking loud for all to hear, on phone of eye, all listening swear they wish he'd die

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it's not fine Glen Livet, so please don't pooh-pooh, it's just plain old Bailey's one drinks from a shoe

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her face is a train-wreck, and one leg's a stump, the only nice feature is a well-shaped rump

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man still uses tool, and kid keep on learning, so yes dude, it's cool, keep him big wheels turning

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we're in this together, we've little to lose, so oil up your compass and dust off the clues

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her anger is rising, it's palpably near, deep-rooted in selfishness, sadness, and fear

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the big boss just walked in – much later than due – all reeking of brisket and white wine and glue

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him tepee is leaning, him wigwam is broke, as round-eye I'm lame-o, as red-man I'm joke

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the stars they are falling, the kingdom is bare, two new friends in one day, girl and boy brown hair

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the arctic is blooming, with permafrost farts, white bears gaunt and dying, with groans fits and starts

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the gate has been mended, the latch it fits tight, let's wastrel those undead then rest for the night​

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pile on some happy, and load up on fun, the weather's been crappy, but soon we'll have sun

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the robins are pecking, out in the front yard, as short days grow longer, and winds blow less hard

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we're still on the wrong path, but that's just my say, for I suck at math and my words have no sway

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attendance is falling, our numbers are down, so retool the slogan, and send in the clown

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the shorter the message, the longer the pain, I reckon we're finished, and won't meet again

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skin scrubbed, hair shiny; whorphan pretty now, to all but himself

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with meows and cuteness it earns a free ride, but please make sure kitty stays locked up inside

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his bladder is bursting, his stomach is filled, that damn food addiction will yet see him killed 

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a rap in the silence, a creak on the stair, great joy comes from living, in a haunted lair

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the birds are returning, we welcome them here, their coming must signal that fair Spring is near

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a friendship of species, has gathered right here; now rejoice at ant, mayfly, lark, bass, and deer

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a fly in the ointment, a wrench in the gears; the system must reboot, so break out the beers

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the big bitch is snoring, and kicking the air, her laziness causes my heart to despair

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the bar has been lowered, the standards are gone, we've naught left to cherish but wine dance and song

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this gun isn't loaded, it only shoots blanks, so lay off the anger and pile on the thanks 

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the demons of old have great strength and brash style, with such fearsome hold they're to last for a while

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some shuffle, some sham – thanks ma'am and wham-bam

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a mighty sweep, on crimson stair, and look – along come goats loud bleating

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skip, stop; skid, drop; poor sop

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we need just one more man, to get this done right, as soon as he shows up we'll make her airtight

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the spirit was broken, two decades ago, the damage it lingers, the scars they still show

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where most planes keep flying, spy-drones tend to stay, these eyes in the skies don't need hugs, love, or play

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the sky isn't falling, the plates are still whole, so let's hit the streets while we're still fucking swoll

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the pieces are scrambled, the puzzle is tough, I knew I'd be bad at this domestic stuff

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the desert is calling with a quiet voice, to heed it or not is a terrible choice

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dance now my hearties, make joy while you may, but if you don't clean up there'll be hell to pay

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against all wise judgment, I keep my heart sealed, believe me it's better than some marriage deal

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these sharp toenail clippings, that litter the floor, they need to be swept up and flung out the door

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v stands for victory, and not valentine, it is for peace but not love that I pine

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humans could flourish, our strong race would shine, if we'd but stop saying “I want that” and “Mine”

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my toes they are cold but the rest it is snug, please come now dear feet and get under this rug

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this nail it gets chewed down, to a sore wet nub, whenever I search for my spiritual hub

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give the gift of one who cares – skip the lift and take the stairs

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the fork came back messy, my pride was nigh ruined, abaft of a courtship with one who but swooned

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if crisis should loom, where none would be spared, we'd ignore the gloom and pretend we're not scared

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the rule is quite simple – make not muss nor fuss – it's worth more than jewels for it lives within us

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he lost an ID in fair Flagstaff AZ, en route with him devil – Amigo was he

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these trousers are tight, they pinch in the britches, I swear though and vouch that they're tops with the bitches

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what's curses to me, is joys to my brother, but fortunately we are not one another

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a whiteness is stacked up on rooftop above, good thing we've got jacket and mitten and glove

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there's no way of knowing, when anger will strike, if mommy's been drinking, and I don't breath right

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the greater the struggle, the harder the fall; wealth makes Man awful, unfit for a stall

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fine items they perish, and tall structures rot, so smile and cherish, what few things do not

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cut wood dragged sawed it and stacked it up high, this whorphan feel bad for him root that did die

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the paint has all peeled and the foundation leans, he once wheeled and dealed but now just stares at screens

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not kind words nor pleading can change minds set firm – birds don't even stop if their meals fight and squirm

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the president's silly, removed from it all, forgets Wounded Knee but remembers Stonewall

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the fat kid who labors, uphill with a pail, just proves to his neighbors, he's too big to fail

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born once of love, but cloaked now in sadness, this mind I lease yearns for howling wild madness

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the way it has beckoned, the secrets they've laughed – from slumber awaken, and stay on the path

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the teachings are simple, yet I doubt and stray, concern for this coil – and fear – hold yet sway

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the treasures keep coming, from box crate and hold; for shame they're all moldy, unwanted, and old

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my nails are all chewed but my soul it is calm, I credit Lao Tzu and not one single psalm

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my tea has gone cold and it's chill on the stair, I shall be so bold – let's retreat to your lair

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the forked tongue sounds sweetest, when it spews its lies, the hopes of the young are the first place it tries

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the answers are many, the queries but few, we want not for pennies: we don't speak but do

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where has gone that danger, that we all once knew, this lull is a downer, like yesterday's stew

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their mouths spew much anger, for pigskin they pine, just who are these strangers, all dear friends of mine

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the larder is empty, the cupboard is bare, we once bathed in plenty, now flirt with despair

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the good times were here but they've come and gone passed, we'll finish this beer and get back to our task

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Athena she blesses, that Golden State flag, she cures us of stresses, and lifts hopes that sag

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the ax it did slip and cut into my meat, I watched the blood drip well ashamed of my feat

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I ride on my bike through both rain and sunshine, to keep my mind sane and my bum well defined

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the words do elude me, this morning and most, perhaps I need coffee, or dead fish on toast

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those rich men aren't running, but that's no surprise – let's confuse their cunning, and choke-slam their lies

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I'm not in the mood now, so please don't you force me, beware this is real life, where there's no CTRL Z

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the staff has gone home and the stables are bare, so reheat some soup and do your own damn hair

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raise ye him mizzen, and sound ye twice noon, for Django is unchained, and we'll see him soon