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|____________________________________________________________________|
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...presents... Bert: The Poem
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by Racer X
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>>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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______________________________________________________________________________
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This file is dedicated to the late Jim Henson, a man who always managed to
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entertain both children and adults. He was best known as the creator of the
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Muppets (R) and Sesame Street (R) and for giving life to such characters as
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Kermit the Frog (R), Rowlf (R), Waldorf (R), Dr. Teeth (R) and Ernie (R).
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Jim died on the morning of Wednesday, May 16, 1990 of a severe infection due to
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an overlooked case of pneumonia. Thanks for all the laughs, Jim....
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--Racer X
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"It ain't easy bein' green."
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______________________________________________________________________________
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He creeps down the hallway
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Monobrow
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Head like pineapple
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Mind chock full o' vengeance
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Body of foam
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He lurks
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and lurks
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and lurks
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Dew forms 'tween his turtleneck and skin
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He clenches two fists of animosity
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He arrives at the door - a murderous courier
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and mutters to himself
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"This is it.
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I have to do it."
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With
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a
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slow
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sweep
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His foot pushes the door
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gently ajar
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The soft hallway light frolics
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across the face of his prey
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The delicate orange sponge
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covered only by a sheet
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Innocence
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The prowler contemplates
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and conceives
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a multitude of homicidal acts
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in his already damaged brain
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"How can I lynch this criminal?
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I could play butcher and then play doctor
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Heh
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Heh
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Heh
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I could just knife 'im a few hundred times
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Poison, nah...
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I'll choke him
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No
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Suffocation
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Asphyxiation
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I'll cut his damn head off
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Crucify him
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Crucify him for HIS sins
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Electrocution. Quick. Painless.
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Wait, I want the sucker to feel it.
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I could burn the son of a bitch
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Set his goddamned bed ablaze
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Make him suffer
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Suffer
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Colombian necktie
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I'll ring tears from his plastic eyes
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Never sorry before
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You'll be sorry now."
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The nightstalker freezes
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Orange eyelids expose unconscious eyes
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Blurr blurr
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Coned silhouette in doorway
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The sleeper asks,
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"Who is it?
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' Somebody there?"
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A violent leap
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Yellow meets orange in a clash
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The life-burglar darts atop the sleeper
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pinning him to the warm bed
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Yellow foam hands squeeze into fists
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"Bert, what are you doing?!
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Are you crazy?!"
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The hammers are raised
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The killer reminisces his motives
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"This is for everything you've ever done to me!"
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POUND
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"This is for the time you filled our apartment up with water
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because you left the bath running!"
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STRIKE
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"Remember my purple hand?
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Here's one for that!"
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BEAT
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"Remember when you played tag with an involuntary me?!
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Now you're it!"
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WACK
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"You're it!"
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THWACK
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"And this one's for Rubber-Ducky!"
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SMACK
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"I hate you!
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I hate you!
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I hate you!
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I hate you!"
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Endless streak of death blows
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Pulverization
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Arms at work like piledrivers
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Drive drive drive
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Fists like anvils
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Sponge to styrofoam noodles
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Final blow
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"I'm sorry (sob).
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I had no idea (sob sob)."
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"It's too damn late for apologies."
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"Please
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(gasp)
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stop this.
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I'll never bother you again."
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Yellow digs deep into a polyester pocket
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Paper clips surface
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A
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wild
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chain
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of
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clips
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"What? Your paper clip collection?"
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Like lightning
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The paper clips are yanked around the helpless puppet's neck
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Gasps for breath
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Choke choke choke
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The wire digs holes in the orange neck
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"I
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can't
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breathe."
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Convulsion
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Sudden peace
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The body ends its hopeless struggle
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The courier climbs down from the corpse
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and watches
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and watches
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and watches
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An open window
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The sounds of a restless city rush in
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with a flock of city birds
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"My pigeons,
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My beautiful pigeons.
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You hate him as much as I do.
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He's all yours."
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Peck
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Peck
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Peck
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Midnight snack
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An audible siren
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Slamming car doors
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Knock
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Knock
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Knock
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"Open up! It's the police!"
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The murderer
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h e s i t a t e s
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Pushes the window
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anxiously higher
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wondering
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just
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how
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the
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sleeper
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always
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be
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so
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innocent
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when
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always
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guilty
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--Racer X, 10:39 PM, Monday, 10/23/89
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_ _ ____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Dead Zone........214/522-5321|Demon Roach Undrgrnd..806/794-4362|
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[ x x ] |NIHILISM.............415/285-9453|The People Farm.......916/673-8412|
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\ / |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194|The Bombay............714/897-0412|
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(' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691|The Works.............617/861-8976|
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(U) |====================================================================|
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.ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by Racer X. 06/21/90-#139|
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. |
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