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G R E E N Y w o r l d D o m i n a t i o n T a s k F o r c e
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Presents:
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"Droogan Poetry"
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compiled by Lobo
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This is a compilation of a few poems by some of your friendly
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neighborhood droogs.
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"Death to You"
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I took my big ol' gun,
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And shot you just for fun.
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I shot you in the head,
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And made sure you were dead.
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I wiped the slobber off your chin,
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And put you in the oven, wrapped in tin.
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I ate your fingers one by one,
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And ate your arm, when I was done.
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Now you are dead, and I am glad.
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That's the most fun I've ever had!
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Oh, my dear sweet Amity,
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How could you ever leave me?
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I guess I killed you in panic,
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For I am schizophrenic.
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-Snotty
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"Most Blessed Night"
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Alone in the Darkness,
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Without a soul to seed
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Would gladly kill another
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To fill his burning need.
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As the moon sets, I realize my chance will come
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Nothing can last forever,
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Yet I am crushed beneath the thumb.
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It matters not now
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For, now I must go.
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Farewell, most blessed night,
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I do love thee so.
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-Sir Flea
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"ARGH!"
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Gosh, it's dark in here. It sure is quiet, too.
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My foot is very cold, because I am missing a shoe.
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I wish people would talk to me, I do not think they try.
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Sometimes I cry out, and hear no sound, why?
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Life is really boring here, I really hate the silence.
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They'd better learn to reach me soon, or I'll resort to violence.
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The outside lights do not get through to me, I'm really feeling bad.
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I really don't know of sight or sound, the other senses are all I've ever had.
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What I eat smells mighty good, I wish that I could see it.
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I had a teacher long ago, but she quit; she didn't want to be it.
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Life is feeling really odd, I don't know what to think.
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I haven't had much to eat of late, and my clothes have begun to stink.
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I often feel for my ears and eyed, to see if I still have 'em.
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I almost died yesterday when I choked on a piece of gum.
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Life is terrible here these days. I've started talking to myself, and now
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refer to me as "we".
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I have given up thinking of ways to get them to rescue me.
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-Lobo
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"A Kiss"
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When, O when, shall thee be mine?
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With hair, face, and body divine.
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When, O when, shall I hold thee once more?
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With heart, soul, and mind I implore.
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When, O when, can I kiss thee again?
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It is hard, that out of all Men
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You would pick me, who in Bliss
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Does not feel bold enough to ask for a kiss.
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The first was a dream come true,
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And be assured I'm always thinking of you.
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When the sun sets and night lowers
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Rest assured that ot even darkness smothers
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My feelings for you, who give me hope.
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If you ledt me, I would no longer cope
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With the hardships of life.
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With your loss, you might with a knife
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Cut out my heart, to take with you.
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The color of my world would fade from blue
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To black, the color of death.
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I would love thee with my dying breath.
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-An Anonymous Droog
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"The Devil Within Us"
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A criminal am I in a demonic dream,
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In a city where anarchy reigns supreme.
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Where blood is a delicacy and death the norm,
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A place where hatred is a perpetual storm.
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A place where drugs are impossible to tame,
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Where a "line of coke" terminates the brain.
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Where the arm of the law watches in vain,
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As another cop is dismembered in pain.
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A city where I can kill and get away,
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And feel no remorse as crime does pay.
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A place where life has little or no meaning,
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Where the weak and oppressed lie die and bleeding.
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Then I awoke from this horrid illusion,
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Here, peace is the final conclusion.
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A government that has criminals in check,
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Where Satan's evil is a wreck.
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A society where Satan does not exist,
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A place of perfect harmony and bliss.
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Where if I kill I am put in jail,
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And twenty thousand is the minimum bail.
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Without society a human becomes a beast,
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But with it the devil within us is at its least.
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-Bill Hooper and Bog
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As you can see, some of our droogies are quite talented. If only more
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poems had been submitted..... But, there are always other files, eh?
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-Lobo
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P.S.- This is the last file (written by Lobo) that was written on a Commodore
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64, using Speedscript 2.0 and Omega Q II, unless I feel like waxing nostalgic,
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whatever the hell that means. I have moved on to better things (an IBM 486sx,
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to be exact), but this file was started before I switched.
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GwD Command Centers-
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Chaos (806)797-7501
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SysOp-Seth the Man (Birthplace of GwD, Mission Control)
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GridPoint (XXX)XXX-XXXX
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SysOp-Transderm-Nitro (First Conquest, don't know new number)
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Federation Slayers' (806)799-1184
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SysOp-Big Red Fed
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The Starchy White Boy BBS (806)842-3270
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SysOp-Fastjack
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Light My Fire (806)795-4926
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SysOp-Ailanthus
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The Snake's Den (806)793-3779
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SysOp-Diamondback
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The Siege Perilous (806)762-0948
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SysOp-Longshot
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Brazen's Hell (301)776-8259
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SysOp-Brazen
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copyright (c) 1994 by Lobo (and others)
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GREENY world Domination Task Force copyright (c) 1993 by Lobo
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All rights reserved to Leprechaun-Boy
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