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A Dangling Poo (Lyric) by zodiac
<VERSE THE 1st> Baby, baby - you’re so great, if I was queer you’d make me straight, but that’s just an example, though, cause I hate gays, and can’t even imagine being one, cause when I saw you I knew it was fate started thinking ‘bout crossroads, or maybe a freight train or some crap that could get me an eight- plus-two from yawnman and penguin (-fiend, I mean, plus Razor and Miggy – now come on Everyone, IT'S TIME TO GET JIGGY!) <CHORUS> Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, hanging on I’ll make it pretty ugly when it’s time to leave the john (K) Oo-oo-oo-oo! what will you do, with that danglin, janglin poo, tangled in a hair - or two? Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, afraid to land don’t bother with the paper, girl, you’ll have to use your hand, Deet-de-de-dee! just wait and see, cause when morning comes you’ll find there’s still a smell here that reminds you of meeee-heeeee!!!!! <VERSE THE SECOND> Don't be scared now baby, I'm pretty small if you wriggle a little, then maybe I'll fall, and girl, let me tell you: when that happens we'll all give praise like it's Rosh Hashanah. Cause we've strained & struggled 'round half the night, makes me think s'bout time I got out of sight, but don't be sad, baby, cause you'll feel alright after some Seagrams and a high colonic (or fiber, or yoga, or fisting, or sumpin - but come on Everyone, IT'S TIME TO START BUMPIN!) <CHORUS #2 - HORNS & SPONTANEOUS CHOREOGRAPHED STREET DANCING!!> Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, hanging on I’ll make it pretty ugly when it’s time to leave the john Oo-oo-oo-oo! what will you do, with that danglin, janglin poo, tangled in a hair - or two? Oh, I’m just a dangling poo, from your pipe don’t bother with the paper, girl, you need an auto-wipe! Deet-de-de-dee! just wait and see, cause when morning comes you’ll find there’s still a smell here that reminds you of meeee-heeeee-hee-heeeee!!!!! <END W/ HIGHEST POSSIBLE FALSETTO - FADE TO FLUSHING SOUNDS>

Up the ladder: Your True War Story
Down the ladder: The Embrowning

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.4375
Weighted score: 6.2661457
Overall Rank: 916
Posted: March 31, 2004 7:05 PM PST; Last modified: March 31, 2004 7:07 PM PST
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[0] Spindle @ 152.163.252.168 | 31-Mar-04/7:18 PM | Reply
I was going to be nice and give you a one, but that gay comment lost you another point. If you're going to have some random, unintelligent statement like that in your poetry, you should at least have the decency to make it a somewhat good poem.
[n/a] zodiac @ 67.240.155.7 > Spindle | 31-Mar-04/7:33 PM | Reply
You hardly make it worth defending my views on queerboys to you. Make it two points and I'll throw in something about coloreds.
[5] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 | 31-Mar-04/7:22 PM | Reply
dude......
[7] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 31-Mar-04/8:36 PM | Reply
Dust off the geetar, grab yer jamming buddy M.G. and you just might have a HIT - call your agent!

I gotta say though, nobody does the [browne] like -=DA=-
[10] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.171.113 | 31-Mar-04/8:37 PM | Reply
I can imagine cheerleaders singing this at ShitFest, Anus Parade, or the Fecal Olympics. This is lovely, spectacular, and amazing compared to the cheers spouted at a brain-numbing highschool football game.

Grade A Turd Material, Shit-Crumpet approved, worthy of a ten. Be proud, and stand with the honor befitting a Shit-Head.
[6] New Life Drug @ 67.112.121.237 | 31-Mar-04/10:04 PM | Reply
hmmmm. what inspired you to write this? jeez... i can imagine it like a musical...or an ebay commercial..they should show it in pre-schools across america..
[n/a] zodiac @ 67.240.192.19 | 1-Apr-04/3:43 AM | Reply
<VERSE THREE - In Whiche Our Hero Concludes His Adventures in a Moste Curious Fashion!>

Now your thighs are wet with a sweaty gruel,
The scent's intense, yeah, but I'm one stool
You can't pick off with paper so you'll
Have to M*A*S*H me, babe, cause I'm Klinger.

Cause I'm not gonna drop or disappear -
Except, perhaps, if it wasn't so queer,
(Which I hate) you could make like Richard Gere
And push me back in with One Finger

(-Answer, I mean, or Bachus or Shuushin -
Now come on Everyone, & start the confusion!)
[7] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 > zodiac | 1-Apr-04/8:25 PM | Reply
I don't get it.
[n/a] zodiac @ 67.240.155.34 > Shuushin | 2-Apr-04/3:49 AM | Reply
IT'S ABOUT A POO DANGLING FROM A GIRL'S ASSHOLE!!!
[8] Richard @ 172.147.73.143 | 1-Apr-04/4:42 AM | Reply
Okay, I get what you mean by "original" now. Just a suggested edit on verse three, "cause I'm Klinger" is good, but maybe "cause I'm a Klinger" would be better?

Otherwise a simply marvelous feast,
on the unknown thoughts of a constipated nugget of furry waste :)
[n/a] zodiac @ 67.240.211.172 | 1-Apr-04/6:42 PM | Reply
I wish I'd used 'chronic' for the rhyme instead of 'Hashanah' -- or, alternately, 'marijuana', 'Madonna' or 'Hosannah!' instead of 'colonic'. I just feel like it's a letdown after the great opening rhyme of 'being one' and 'penguin'. Which do rhyme down here, incidentally.
[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.130.62.63 | 29-May-04/6:24 PM | Reply
I listened to your tunes today.
[n/a] zodiac @ 65.161.41.48 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 30-May-04/3:26 PM | Reply
I'm sick of that band already. When I move to the Land of Islams next month, I'm going to record bumpin' House tracks with some female Islam doing that weird wailing thing they do. You can't beat that shit!
[n/a] zodiac @ 65.161.41.48 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 30-May-04/3:28 PM | Reply
I wish I had a digital version of this, though. Unfortunately, I only recorded it on analog four-track with tamborine, kazoo, bongos, and some fake Ace of Base-style German industrial vocals on the pre-chorus. Seriously. It totally rules.
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