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While mining in Tanzania (Limerick) by Bachus

Thank God for my friends in the CIA So, for my vaccinations i do not pay I'll be chirping on my motorola While you aint resistant to Ebola You'll bleed inside out, so they say. At the airport i wipe at my nose bleed With enough diamonds to satisfy all of my greed Is that blood in my shit? Part of my profit?! In the Congo, Death, has no need to read.

god'swife 24-Mar-03/11:18 PM
Hey! Ironically I'm looking at the author of this poem right now pace around his house ranting like jesus about current affairs. We are stoned prophets, actually i'm at his house using his new computer and dropping off some wine, and tucking his son in because he feels that his bed time story would have been too tainted. what a nice daddy bachus is. I have a feeling though, if pushed further, he might start a new religion, or colonize uranus.




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