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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Sperm Donor Clown ] [ By Rachel I. Dotson ]
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Sperm Donor Clown
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In that parking lot,
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Where the carnival is set up,
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Familiarity is her roller-coaster
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Zig-zagging through the sky,
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The rush takes her higher
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On this uneven plane
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Red-faced from the alcohol,
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But still familiar,
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All too familiar,
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He stands there,
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Caressing a freshly rolled cigarette
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With his silken hands
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He sees her,
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As the moon melts the chocolate
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In her eyes
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He can only stare
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As if he were looking into a fun mirror
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Cotton candy memories of childhood days
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Faded away
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Many years ago
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Today, all she sees
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Is a sperm donor
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In a clown suit
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Wrecking another carnival
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Copyright 2001 Rachel I. Dotson
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Beloved Infidel
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Listlessly creeping;
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Lamenting, but always keeping
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Track of every thought
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Blood still seeping
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These dreams remain sleeping
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Beloved infidel
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Discordant to your process
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In your words
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I could never confess
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That would grant you access
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Which you don t deserve
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I won t crack under duress
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Arpeggios on your violin
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Bad poetry in reams
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What more can I say?
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You ve picked apart my schemes
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Who else can you mesmerize?
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Lies inside prayers
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Still choke me
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Now absolved
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Everything solved,
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But has anyone evolved?
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Copyright 2001 Rachel I. Dotson
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Percussion Section of the Soul
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Conspicuous scars,
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Cracks in my foundation
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A concussion of sorts,
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bruising my salvation
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No medicine
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can soothe my frustration
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What happened to my prudence?
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Who willingly goes on starvation
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of the soul?
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Not even a crumb
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to fill my plate
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I ve much to overcome
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before the last drum roll,
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Tell me it isn t too late
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Copyright 2001 Rachel I. Dotson
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uXu #612 Underground eXperts United 2002 uXu #612
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http://www.uXu.org/
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