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Damned Fucking Shit
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Edited by Access Denied
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Issue #24
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Title: Some Poems 2
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Date: 1/30/94
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By: Access Denied
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Some Poems 2
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Jerk
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Out on Mulberry Pond I lurk
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Searching for the Jerk.
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I stand among the murk
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Looking for the Jerk.
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Wandering through the nettles,
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I come across the Jerk.
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I fall upon the Jerk.
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The Jerk is no more.
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Out on Mulberry Pond I lurk...
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Sacred Book
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I grab the sacred book
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From his hands.
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I give an evil look.
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Still he stands.
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The world bows to me.
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I drop my pants and take a pee.
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The Lights
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Turn off the lights.
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Please start the fights.
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Evil surrounds
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The town
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Burns
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To the ground.
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I leave the town
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With a frown
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On the ground.
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The fights sucked.
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Nobody died.
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I Fight
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At night
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I fight
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With life
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A light.
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Wandering the streets
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Eating my beets.
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I gaze into a window
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I see the broken glass.
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Ode To A Butterfly
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Oh wonderous bug, up in the air.
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Please don't fly into my hair.
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You're really gross and ugly too,
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But I've heard you're good in butterfly stew.
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When in the air, you flutter so,
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And spittle on my big tow.
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I swing and swat but still I miss,
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Ouch! I think I broke my wrist.
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Be damned you stupid ugly bug!
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I wonder 'bout a butterfly rug...
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Alas, this poem is finally done,
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But, hunting butterflys is such fun!
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Psycho Religious Zealots
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In Waco lived a guy who thought that he was God.
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The ATF didn't think so, they wouldn't give him a nod.
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Most people didn't care, 'til four of us were killed.
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So then we got the bad guys, I guess that's what God willed.
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At first they were a group, that no one cared about.
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But once they got real violent, they then became a cult.
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And then there was a battle, where eight of them then died.
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No one really cared too much, I guess not many cried.
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So after many weeks of waiting, the FBI got mad.
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They decided to do something really good, no, something really bad.
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They got a big huge tank, and drove it through the wall.
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And then in poured the tear gas, to make the enemy fall.
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But then without a warn, a big huge fire broke out.
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I guess the Branch Davidians, were ending their big pout.
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The fire burnt the compound right down to the ground.
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And 'bout David Koresh, his body might be found,
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Not that anyone really cares,
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He's gone with all his guns and wares.
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And now that it's all over, the people still must hope,
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That this won't happen once again, this time to the Pope.
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Blood and Guts
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Blood and guts are dripping down.
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Down down down upon the ground.
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Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip.
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Down down down down down down down.
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Satan 1
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I like Satan, yes I do!
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It's what we study in Sunday School.
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Burn and pillage, rape and murder,
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Anything to push our cause much further.
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Let's sacrifice an animal.
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How about my neighbor's cat?
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It's getting rather fat.
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Then we can eat it.
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Stupid 1
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Damn this poem is stupid.
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Geez it really sucks.
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"No it doesn't" says my mind,
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"Let's go shoot some ducks."
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Fire 1
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Fire fire in the sky.
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Fire fire in my eye.
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Fire fire in the pit.
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Fire fire I've been hit.
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Fire fire now I bleed.
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Fire fire all I need.
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Fire fire death shall come.
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Fire fire but where from?
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Fire fire they all die.
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Fire fire time to fly.
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Fire fire pain arrives.
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Fire fire I close my eyes.
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And die.
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I Shall Kill
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I shall kill, oh yes I will.
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That's correct, I'll kill kill kill.
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Murder sounds good to me.
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I'll push my victim from a tree.
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I Eat French Fries
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I eat french fries when I sleep.
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I worship the god-like sheep.
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If my god named Otto dies,
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I'll go eat some more french fries!
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The heathen god I bow down to,
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Is worthy of a great big show.
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Getting high is really fun,
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Then I like to take a run.
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I will eat spleen of lamb,
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And garnish it with leg of Spam.
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Lying In The Courtyard
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Lying in the courtyard there
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I watch the snow fall down
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Covering the filth
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Of all the world
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I look up
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Happy
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Dead.
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You Suck
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It must suck to be you.
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I really hate you.
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I hope you fall through
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The ice and die, you
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Idiot.
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Separated
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As I stand here wathing the clouds go by
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In the sky
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I see a drop of rain fall down
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To the ground.
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I feel the wind in the air
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Through my hair.
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I wish you were here
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Though you're near.
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But the deep, dark, cold ground
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Separates us.
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