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| | "My Penis Unbound" | |
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| | [Hoetry!] | |
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| | By: Mogel | |
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\ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ /
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What the hell is this? It's Hoetry that I have written over the past
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year. Most of it was handy, all typed up, so now it's here. But, it's not
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JUST poetry. It's MOGEL-Hoetry. That means it must all be read in an
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extremly sarcastic and whiney vain, because that's, in fact, how it was
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written. Ah, just enjoy it. [Note: You may have seen these poems leaked
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out in other quality things, for example Logik's "image" writing group]:
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| | /--\ /--\ .-- /--\ /-- /--- |\ | --.-- /--\ /--\ /--\ \ /
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|--| | | | \ |--\ | | |-- |--- | \ | | |__/ | | |__/ \./
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[RaD GRAFiX bY d3FiAnT!]
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We're confused.
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'cause the peace lover throws the brick,
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'cause they prot and poke him with a stick,
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'cause the killer commits a rescue,
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'cause he doesn't think he's too evil,
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My father grew up that night.
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It didn't help him in that fight.
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I rammed a Stake up that bastard's heart.
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Took care of that old fart.
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My life is so full of butter fingers,
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I slipped and dropped a few thingers.
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We're confused.
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'cause the white hood wants to beat up a flower,
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'cause he never says "people power."
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'cause the lover is convicted of suicide.
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'cause she loved god.
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'cause that's something she can't hide.
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My mother made us know it.
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She told me I was full of shit.
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and my past world is just the blink of a blink.
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Stop and starting memories make it hard to think.
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When do I get my pat on the head?
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When do I get those "sweet" thoughts, what you said?
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Look at Directions.
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See imperfections.
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"writer's shock"
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i wanna stop sometimes and think to myself
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i can never think to far ahead
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take a bottle from off my shelf
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just lay here in my bed.
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wish i had someone to tell,
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tell 'em "oh i'm so tired!"
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i wanna take a deep breath for attention,
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and yell "FIRE!!! FiIIIRREEE!!! FIIIiiiRRREEE!!!"
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then i'd roll over and whisper, oh,
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oh, "i'm so bored."
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and i'd see my eyes go flicker,
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and hit the wall i'm leanin' towad.
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roll back around and whisper,
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"gimmie a pen....gimmie some paper..."
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hurry, with out it the trip might fall,
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i can write that he swoops down to take her,
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i can write....want i want then...
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i can erase it with just one swipe,
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goin' bye with the pen.
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stabbin in with the pen.
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cluthing ends with the pen.
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dripping blood with the pen.
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soaking sheets with the pen.
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crying with the pen.
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again and again with the pen....
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i take a trip upon my sinkin' ship
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it stays to-get-her with a little glue
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i go where i wanna
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i do what i wanna
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i don't know civilization
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i don't know civilization
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and i kill 'cause morality ain't sound important
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i went to the seashore
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and picked up a few rocks
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and they was dirty
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and i filled my socks
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and i brought 'em back aboard and cleaned 'em
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and i brought 'em back aboard and cleaned 'em
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they reminded me of this girl on an island
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but she was more better then them rocks
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i don't care she ain't here with me now
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i don't care she ain't here with me now
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it's all here with these rocks
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stoned stones of
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my minded mind will
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unite the rock's rocky unity.
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i don't care i ain't here anymore
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i don't care i am where i wanna be
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i do what i want, so you can shut up
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i'll sail my ship right past you
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right past your island
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right past you
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i may throw these rocks out
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they begining to smell like you
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sail away in my
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pretty
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sinking
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ship.
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i hope on my way.
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i don't trip.
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stare
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at the corner
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it tells me
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it tells me who i am
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three devils crossing
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not to me - when oh when
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stare at the corner
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i will wait
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i will wait for a sign
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i see her bloody face there
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it's her futile crime
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I'll
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stare at the corner
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until it
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until it makes it's move
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it creeps on me fast
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and
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i got nothing to lose
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if i just stop.
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stare at the corner
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he will see
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he will see inside stuffings
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he rips it all open
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we knew he'd just see NOTHING
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NOTHING
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NOTHING!
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NOTHING!!!!!
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NOOOOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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but the corner.
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oh. art appreciation.
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Hey look there's a tree!
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i'm cold and thoughts broken up.
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did she turn a faint smile to me?
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hey please please talk about,
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about the relavence to goat cheese.
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yeah, she's got a pretty face,
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and i guess that's enough to see.
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why should I go any deeper
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when it's that way with her?
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and i'd cry like a baby
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if my sould would be free
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and i'd shoot myself dead
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if it could pay any fee
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and it doesn't matter anyway
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it all ends up as a good story
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beneath my cold cranium station
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is all my randomality
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when i find it i'l be free
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(R)andom (A)ngel (M)elodiiieeee
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Let me capture you in my net,
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in my memory i won't forget.
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Just don't RIP it...
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I want it all
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not sixteen bits
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oh now just sow it up
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and hurry
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my precious chips...
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What's wrong, can't you moniter?
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Just how much I wanted her..
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To file the way I strive
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hard
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it's just my drive
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and i think i've made my print so soft
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when it gets close then i'm off.
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I got the Sydney Comlex.
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Burn myself with a hot boomerang,
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go dancing with my orangatang,
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Carton must me clappin' away,
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Carton must be turing in heis grave,
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The need to sleep in me is deep,
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I wanta be an angel,
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I wanta be the creep,
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and only I can turn the key,
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yang and ying turn inside of me,
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and why do I have such a common name?
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Could we all be one in the game.
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Carton must have something to save,
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Carton must have gave all he gave,
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I like telling people that nothings wrong.
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I love you so much I've lost all feeling.
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I'm gonna die.
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Wait, forget that I said that, yeah it's a lie.
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Think I'll go read a book,
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learn more about being misundertook.
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X+X+X+X+X
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X is what I tell you when I'm sure I'm knowin'
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X is what I tell you when I feel I'm growin'
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X marks my feeling all the way down
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X
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listen closely
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do you hear that sound?
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Solve for X
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When you feel happy
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Solve for X
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When you fell crappy
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I don't care or I don't know
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What is X?
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I cannot show.
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Where's the question?
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How do I find out the answer?
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X on her face
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X on his face
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No can't erase
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No can't erase
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Solve for X
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When you feel bad
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Solve for X
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when you feel sad
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Solve for X
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when you get mad!
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I don't care or I don't know
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What is X?
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The answers "No."
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Why the fuck did you ask anyway?
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What formula can help me out here?
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X on her heart
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X on his heart
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We cannot part
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We cannot part
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X is
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X is
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Unknown
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I'm a sarcastic bastard and I don't give a rat's ass about you.
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I'm an obnoxious jerk and I LIKE acting like I got no clue.
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I'm a sarcastic bastard and I stuffed that flower you loved...
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I stuffed it it under my shoe.
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I don't care.
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No, I don't care about you.
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I could read the whole newspaper and use it as a pooper scooper...
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I'd still never know who.
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I'm a sarcastic bastard I need not say anything cool...
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I can rule.
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I'm a pathetic loser, but I can call you...
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Yeah, I can call you a fool...
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and drool.
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I'm a wonderful idiot and I love it.
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Your body would be a cool lab experiment..
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I love you lips,
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pretty lips,
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I long to kiss,
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pretty lips,
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I wish I could open your mouth real wide,
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I'd see your heart and I'd step inside.
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Fall down your warn throat,
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Swin around your bloody moat,
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I take a trip through your voice,
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I take a spin anywhere,
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your choice,
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I like to stare at you from the outside,
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l'd love to live with you in the inside,
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or maybe somewhere inbetween...where it's clean.
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Your smile - it spits me out.
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I love it when you pout.
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Angery your eyes are watery,
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Happy? It's like the lottery.
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It'd be a great escape when I'm a detected alien,
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I fall right out again and again,
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I don't care if the blood cycle will suck,
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it's this kind of life I choose. oh fuck.
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I like to stare at you from the outside,
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l'd love to live with you in the inside,
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or maybe somewhere inbetween...where it's clean!
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I love your innards.
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i've grown numb to the sound of my own laugh
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it's a slow ryhtmic chating beat
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like a night train
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Nothing begins to mean everything
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and I forget everything until there's nothing.
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"It's all the way you see things," he said.
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Thoughts running oh-so sternly through his mind.
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He needs a few dollars to eat,
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Picks up his axe and prepares to grind.
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Came from America, the land of the free,
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and all that sacred bullshit. He takes a pea.
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Round the bend, near the giant tree,
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worshipped by some, needed to breath,
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he prepares to cut,
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to be what he be.
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Raised, poised, and ready for the slicing,
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his childeren's limbs he begins slicing and dicing.
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I'm ugly. I see my face everyday.
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I'm ugly. I have a retared face.
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I'm ugly. Got a big nose too.
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I'm ugly. My hair isn't cool.
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I'm ugly. Some boys are "cute" boys.
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I'm ugly. I'm not some boys.
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I'm ugly. I'm learning to block my face out.
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I'm ugly. Everyone is obsessed with beauty.
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I'm ugly. Seems like I am too. It's ironic since...
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I'm ugly. Why wasn't *I* born as a cute boy?
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I'm ugly. Will I ever have a relationship I like?
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I'm ugly. So I guess not.
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I'm ugly. It's begining to spill into my insides.
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I'm ugly. My life is becoming ugly.
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I'm ugly. My emotions, mind, relationships, happiness...
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I'm ugly. I hope it changes.
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I'm ugly. If I tell myself I'm not ugly it doesn't help.
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I'm ugly. Theory and practice are very different.
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I'm ugly. Obsessed with the outside seems okay today.
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I'm ugly. It's ashame.
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I'm ugly. In the game.
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I'm ugly. Everyday.
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I'm ugly. In every way.
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I'm ugly!
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I'm happy that I feel crappy.
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Today everything is hurring up to stop.
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I didn't listen to you.
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I didn't ignore you.
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I'll go on my indulgent fast.
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I'll eat every breath so slowly fast...
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/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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"North Philly"
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|
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I wassssss walkin' in my linear duplex city,
|
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|
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wrapped in my face cloud,
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I didn't notice the grapphitte on my heart,
|
||
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|
just starin' at these tiny-tiny homes,
|
||
|
|
We gather together in these little RAT holes,
|
||
|
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We crawl
|
||
|
|
into little bunches
|
||
|
|
so close together
|
||
|
|
can't breath
|
||
|
|
thin walls seperate
|
||
|
|
living beings
|
||
|
|
decay
|
||
|
|
so close
|
||
|
|
so close
|
||
|
|
together
|
||
|
|
And then my foor rrrrrrrrips on down the street
|
||
|
|
burst of energy
|
||
|
|
I run.
|
||
|
|
On through a crowd of zombies,
|
||
|
|
walking into each other,
|
||
|
|
eyes wide,
|
||
|
|
surprise,
|
||
|
|
and I push on by,
|
||
|
|
and I jab one to my left,
|
||
|
|
gotta get through,
|
||
|
|
OUT,
|
||
|
|
run run run past the dwellers,
|
||
|
|
the demons,
|
||
|
|
crawling and biting and scratching,
|
||
|
|
I escape and head into a field of nights color,
|
||
|
|
and I dive into it as it swollows me,
|
||
|
|
but it doesn't end there,
|
||
|
|
the streaks of blue whizz by,
|
||
|
|
and it's a picture-still pocket world of my own,
|
||
|
|
where I can run forever...
|
||
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|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
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||
|
|
DisconBOBulated ---> in the wink of an eye...
|
||
|
|
DisLEXic ----------> when i'm reading your book...
|
||
|
|
DisinFRANchised ---> and surprised!
|
||
|
|
DiaLECtic ---------> searchin' for the goof truth...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I-I don't wanna wanna know you-you!
|
||
|
|
(You might think this is untrue)
|
||
|
|
I-I don't wanna wanna love you-you!
|
||
|
|
(You might think I don't have a clue)
|
||
|
|
I-I don't wanna wanna kill you-you!
|
||
|
|
(It's something I just might do)
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
DisconSERTed ------> hearing your pictures...
|
||
|
|
DisenTANGled ------> when i rip free of freedom...
|
||
|
|
DiaBETic ----------> i love candie...
|
||
|
|
DisconTINued ------> I THINK NOT...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I-I don't wanna-wanna forget you!
|
||
|
|
(You might think I fit the shoe)
|
||
|
|
I-I don't wanna-wanna hate you!
|
||
|
|
(I hope I certainly unrightfully do)
|
||
|
|
I-I don't wanna-wanna save you!
|
||
|
|
(I think my immobile chice is cool)
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
Why the HELL are you pretending --
|
||
|
|
it's not all about SEX!?
|
||
|
|
"It's always on everyone's mind." someone said.
|
||
|
|
I don't think this is true,
|
||
|
|
But strangely I'm not sure,
|
||
|
|
is it in the back of all my thoughts?
|
||
|
|
Do I think about it when I eat spam?
|
||
|
|
I don't think this is true,
|
||
|
|
but it's there!
|
||
|
|
I care about the soul.
|
||
|
|
I look for the mind first.
|
||
|
|
I want it.
|
||
|
|
Don't want to!
|
||
|
|
I hate it.
|
||
|
|
Don't taunt you!
|
||
|
|
I kiss you.
|
||
|
|
Don't flaunt that!
|
||
|
|
I feel it.
|
||
|
|
Don't feel it!
|
||
|
|
I fuck it.
|
||
|
|
I love you!
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
[Page 234]
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
You are now entering Mogel's epic poem,
|
||
|
|
this tasty treat bakes in only 2 minutes.
|
||
|
|
I call the recipe "Cyber-Soul" and it
|
||
|
|
comes out best with thourgh mixing and
|
||
|
|
being read with a REALLY whiney voice.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I GOT A CYBER SOUL!
|
||
|
|
Electiricity under my skin
|
||
|
|
I plug myself in
|
||
|
|
I can't begin
|
||
|
|
to explain
|
||
|
|
my modem pain!
|
||
|
|
Yeah, my girlfriend's in another state,
|
||
|
|
Networked messages never wait,
|
||
|
|
I know her password is CYBERSUCK,
|
||
|
|
It's hard for us to modem FUCK,
|
||
|
|
The data collected is never quite right,
|
||
|
|
No connection handshake,
|
||
|
|
connection fight!
|
||
|
|
They battle eachother on /<-/<001 WaRz
|
||
|
|
I've found her weakness,
|
||
|
|
She's found my source,
|
||
|
|
If the kewl-world is not ELITE,
|
||
|
|
You know I just can't compete!
|
||
|
|
I wanna know it all just right!
|
||
|
|
I wanna know it all tonight!
|
||
|
|
I wanna know it all & how,
|
||
|
|
I wanna know it all RIGHT NOW!!!
|
||
|
|
Don't let where I am
|
||
|
|
be where it's not
|
||
|
|
I can make my own group
|
||
|
|
I'll call it "cyber-pot"
|
||
|
|
Bury the corse or it will rot.
|
||
|
|
Electricty in my Body!
|
||
|
|
Is this just a hobby?
|
||
|
|
Do I have a line
|
||
|
|
Where it stops or starts?
|
||
|
|
or do I have a 14.4k heart?
|
||
|
|
I make love to my disk drive,
|
||
|
|
cause I'm the only one that knows she's alive!
|
||
|
|
Don't you get what my Cyber-God said?
|
||
|
|
I gotta call that board,
|
||
|
|
or I'm DEAD.
|
||
|
|
I'll rot in lamer hell until I get planted,
|
||
|
|
and all my WaReZ know-how will be slanted,
|
||
|
|
The bytes of grass will grow over my skin,
|
||
|
|
I'll have to mo' dem up,
|
||
|
|
But where to begin?
|
||
|
|
Gotta think deep about my Cyber-Soul,
|
||
|
|
Gotta take control,
|
||
|
|
Configure my brain's autoexec bat,
|
||
|
|
I'll save this and I'll delete that!
|
||
|
|
Kick out the /<-RaDdY-RaD d00d WaReZ!
|
||
|
|
Fuck the fuck, I don't KaReZ!
|
||
|
|
Electricity is in my Cyber-Soul,
|
||
|
|
and now I got a Cyber-Goal,
|
||
|
|
Be a t-file wizardry poet?
|
||
|
|
YES I DID FUCKING KNOW IT!
|
||
|
|
Remember who I am,
|
||
|
|
I'm a drifter,
|
||
|
|
an intelligent thinker,
|
||
|
|
(not a gNu stinker)
|
||
|
|
Did I ever think about what I did with my 'puter?
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Dear God,
|
||
|
|
I'm the next Jesus Christ!
|
||
|
|
Just wanted to mention it.
|
||
|
|
Some idiots think I'm looney.
|
||
|
|
But I'm the next Jesus!
|
||
|
|
You know, your virgin son!
|
||
|
|
When you and Mary got it together.
|
||
|
|
The miracles I proform aren't God given.
|
||
|
|
That's right! The miracles I proform aren't yours!
|
||
|
|
I'm the next Jesus FUCKING Christ.
|
||
|
|
I'm a superstar...
|
||
|
|
The media loves me.
|
||
|
|
I get laid all the time.
|
||
|
|
I'm the Jesus for the 90s!
|
||
|
|
Cursings fucking fine.
|
||
|
|
Free sex is fine.
|
||
|
|
It's cool to steal.
|
||
|
|
Let's MURDER thy neighbor's wife!
|
||
|
|
Rememeber when I rose from the dead?
|
||
|
|
That was nothing.
|
||
|
|
The Jews ARE going to accept me this time.
|
||
|
|
Everyone will.
|
||
|
|
I'm the universal savior!
|
||
|
|
I'll have my own bible passages soon!
|
||
|
|
I'm the next JESUS CHRIST!
|
||
|
|
So you better love me...
|
||
|
|
....or....
|
||
|
|
Burn in Hell.
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
I run a mental ward for the politicians.
|
||
|
|
They can't make thier own decisions.
|
||
|
|
I feed them well...take them many provisions.
|
||
|
|
Walk them to the bathroom.
|
||
|
|
Put the food in thier mouths.
|
||
|
|
Walk them to the television.
|
||
|
|
Tuck them into bed...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I run a mental ward for GOD.
|
||
|
|
SHE fits in like a pea in the pod.
|
||
|
|
If anyone annoys her they can "suck her rod."
|
||
|
|
Take her for a little walk...
|
||
|
|
Kiss her ass!
|
||
|
|
Take her all her prozac,
|
||
|
|
and tuck her into bed...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I run a mental ward for myself ALONE.
|
||
|
|
My insanity, yeah, I can clone.
|
||
|
|
Oh great, it's the pharamacy on the phone.
|
||
|
|
Walk myself to my cell.
|
||
|
|
Talk to god in hell.
|
||
|
|
Soil myself with no bed pan.
|
||
|
|
We all hold hands here....it's the plan.
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
You.
|
||
|
|
You're shit for brains.
|
||
|
|
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!
|
||
|
|
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK!!
|
||
|
|
I don't want to curse.
|
||
|
|
or maybe I don't care.
|
||
|
|
I take pride in not shutting up.
|
||
|
|
I'll never curse I swear!
|
||
|
|
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!
|
||
|
|
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK!!
|
||
|
|
Assholes like me, yeah, we never quit.
|
||
|
|
Drivin' through the fucking shit.
|
||
|
|
I won't curse I swear!
|
||
|
|
or maybe I don't care.
|
||
|
|
Darn! POOP! Oh-no! dag! Oops! <pause>
|
||
|
|
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!
|
||
|
|
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK!!
|
||
|
|
No, I'm not a dick,
|
||
|
|
I'm not a motherfucking prick,
|
||
|
|
I'll never curse I SWEAR!!
|
||
|
|
Or maybe I just don't fucking care!
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
I'm transfixed early in the morning.
|
||
|
|
I don't want to tell you...you're really boring.
|
||
|
|
I'll just lay her...mind dead.
|
||
|
|
Don't even have the stregth now to turn my head.
|
||
|
|
Can't close my eyes, either... I just stare....
|
||
|
|
I don't have the strength this morning,
|
||
|
|
you know, honey, I'm snorin'.
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
I was so sorry, but then I didn't even care.
|
||
|
|
I remember the twinkle of hope I had.
|
||
|
|
It was like a shimmering sunrise.
|
||
|
|
It made me smile and tell great jokes.
|
||
|
|
I could talk honestly with my friend and folks.
|
||
|
|
I'd sing the day away with joy.
|
||
|
|
That was until I learned life was a toy.
|
||
|
|
I threw around match sticks and fluid.
|
||
|
|
It didn't do much till I learn how to do it.
|
||
|
|
I woke up the next morning covered in ashes.
|
||
|
|
and they forgot that I had extra stashes.
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
The claming hum of the computer.
|
||
|
|
The whirling fan puts me to sleep.
|
||
|
|
A modem connection is music to my ears.
|
||
|
|
It's the bringer of fears
|
||
|
|
fears of being alone
|
||
|
|
alone in my home
|
||
|
|
the home in my mind
|
||
|
|
I'm falling behind
|
||
|
|
behind in my work
|
||
|
|
of being a jerk!
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the pain
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the shame
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the anger and rage
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the wars I've waged
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the gringing teeth
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the tension beneath
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the stupind asses
|
||
|
|
If I remembered all the ignorant masses
|
||
|
|
would I go insane?
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
"Talking to my dream"
|
||
|
|
Hey baby, hey baby, huh?
|
||
|
|
Hey baby, hey baby, huh?
|
||
|
|
Why don't you notice me?
|
||
|
|
Hey baby, hey baby, huh??
|
||
|
|
Hey baby, hey baby, huh?? huh??
|
||
|
|
Hey where ya' goin'?
|
||
|
|
Why don't you notice me?
|
||
|
|
huh, baby, huh huh, baby?
|
||
|
|
What's the rush?
|
||
|
|
Where ya' runnin' to? huh?
|
||
|
|
Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, where ya' goin'?
|
||
|
|
I wanna talk to you baby!? huh?
|
||
|
|
Your runnin' too fast baby, hey baby, I wanna talk to you baby.
|
||
|
|
Can't you stop for a minute baby? huh baby?
|
||
|
|
I think your neat, baby.
|
||
|
|
Hey, why don't you notice me? huh?
|
||
|
|
I think you're pretty, so what's your rush, baby? huh?
|
||
|
|
Am I a loser, baby, huh?
|
||
|
|
Hey, what's your story, baby, huh?
|
||
|
|
Why don't you notice me?
|
||
|
|
I think you're nice, baby so what's your hurry, baby? huh?
|
||
|
|
Hey, baby! Hey, baby!!
|
||
|
|
I might love you, baby! huh?
|
||
|
|
Hey, baby!
|
||
|
|
Hey, baby!!
|
||
|
|
HEY!!
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
The people on the bus go staring at the wall....
|
||
|
|
staring at the wall....
|
||
|
|
staring at the wall....
|
||
|
|
The people on the bus go staring at the wall all day long.
|
||
|
|
All the teenage girls on the bus have twelve loud kids...
|
||
|
|
twelve loud kids...
|
||
|
|
twelve loud kids...
|
||
|
|
All the teenage girls on the bus have twelve loud kids all day long.
|
||
|
|
The old people on the bus are REALLY slow...
|
||
|
|
REALLY slow...
|
||
|
|
REALLY slow...
|
||
|
|
The old people on the bus are REALLY slow all day long.
|
||
|
|
The driver on the bus is always late...
|
||
|
|
always late...
|
||
|
|
always late...
|
||
|
|
The driver on the bus is always late all day long.
|
||
|
|
The people on the bus are all depressed...
|
||
|
|
all depressed...
|
||
|
|
all depressed...
|
||
|
|
The people on the bus are all depressed all day long.
|
||
|
|
The walkmans on the bus are always too loud...
|
||
|
|
always too loud...
|
||
|
|
always too loud...
|
||
|
|
The walkmans on the bus are always too loud, they defeat their purpose.
|
||
|
|
The high school girls on the bus are too damn loud...
|
||
|
|
too damn loud...
|
||
|
|
too damn loud...
|
||
|
|
The high school girls on the bus are too damn loud, the center of world?
|
||
|
|
The writer on this bus is too damn friendly...
|
||
|
|
too damn friendly...
|
||
|
|
too damn friendly...
|
||
|
|
The writer on this bus is too damn friendly and no one cares.
|
||
|
|
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
My Penis Unbound
|
||
|
|
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Yeah, my penis is unbound.
|
||
|
|
It rumbles without a sound.
|
||
|
|
It's inadvertatly large.
|
||
|
|
It's a sexually active barge!
|
||
|
|
Yeah, my penis has no roof.
|
||
|
|
It scrapes against her tooth.
|
||
|
|
It's always oh-so big.
|
||
|
|
Flip it up and take a swig!
|
||
|
|
Yeah, my penis has no limit.
|
||
|
|
It's left overs - you can swim it!
|
||
|
|
It's taking over the world.
|
||
|
|
It's rapured every girl!
|
||
|
|
Yeah, MY penis is the best.
|
||
|
|
Seven up above the rest.
|
||
|
|
It's over-compilcatedly deep.
|
||
|
|
I'm a huge penis creep.
|
||
|
|
It's my ever-present obsession.
|
||
|
|
I'll fuck them all in heaven.
|
||
|
|
Cause my PENIS IS UNBOUND.
|
||
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