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Stealing lightning from the pulpit (Ode) by horus8
You could argue that I do not know
Electrical 101, but trust me when I
'xplain to you, the ways it can be done.
First:
Get yourself a ladder
Get yourself some glue
A brand new pair of rubber boots
Straight from Kal'mazoo.
A pair of wire cutters
A bowl of mother's stew
A pipe of lavender crescendos
That pipes for me, not you.
Ahh, thirteen naked ninjas
Ehr, a Polack named Duran
Umm, a scratched Arcadia record
Purchased in the promise land.
A chicken with no feathers
A polite "Taming of the shrew"
A Perfect cube cut from sky
Of the purest Azure blue.
You must then kiss both my cheeks,
and tell me how you've lived and loved.
And do not show the slightest hint'f fear
As I fasten you with stainless steel gloves.
Now go up, and out
And down about
Till you see a man
With stag, or steer.
Take a left
At the cleft
Where the grass becomes
a forest clear'd
Point your toes
To the North
As you pinch your nose.
Be sitting on the ground
Wear no clothes
And make sure to be
Baby oil'd down.
Because, when one is stealing lightning
You need a good decoy. While you were
oiled & nude, I stole it first
silly greasy boy.
My father just cannot resist
A splendid practical joke, and while he
was laughing at your plight.
I got myself some bolts.
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