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Soft Beak; Hard lotion (Free verse) by Bachus
Years passed by and you are not here Did the butler go with you? "Because he isn't here either" In fact, nor are my tassels. Dammit, I went and lost my tassels, probably on a jungle expidition to promote slavery, strip mining, and the extinction of beautiful defensless animals. Chirp, tweet, honk. [And now a word from our sponsor 'Big Toke' the only way to burn, and 'Cashmere', rich, plush, tasteful makes you wonder where it come's from huh... HUH! Well we're not telling.] I'm confused My cleverness has turned into a very dill pickle *Hippy breathe* "Was I right?" Ask Kennedy, beg Ghandi, Straddle Stalin, free ballin' 'Urban' is just another quick easy word for minority edginess. Wow, isn't that fresh. Like a french fry hunting for a condom wrapper to chew on under my Dodge Omni's back seat. I give you my Spuna I wanted to SPune you Back to happiness "I thought thats all you wanted" I didn't know you wanted it Desert hickory, and muave wall pattern. I hesitantly take my land away It got dumb from your dumbness Somewhere in Texas a village is missing it's idiot, but Somewhere in outerspace a comet is finding one, see how that works? You ask if I'm gay, "Why are you so fucking merry?" My temper flanges; *trumpets, "Because, I'M GAY!!?* I get up, to my feet, and say "Yes, but Andy there's more... I'm also the son of Lucifer, can we still be merry together?" Shock splattered all over your face I whispered, ""See you at home... Dear?"" She leaves with the Butler, but comes back with the Florist. Do I give you my scarf and cap, and...love? So you can dump me again for the Landscaper? No. Just ask the Butler! "He'll clean it up!, He cleans everything up!" I scream sobbing from the foyer, and breaking a heel... You arrive, and pick me up, you brush me off and tap my bottom and say something witty like "your father must have been a tree farmer because you're a stump" Then I getch you another, and we toast! and we toast! To all kinds of irrellavent things like soup and socks, and fudge with nuts. And I hope you mind I fired the butler He did do his job He made this life easier! But unfortunately I don't feel that I deserve it. (The rest is just a mad blur of death metal, and bleeting farm sounds with a buzzing...

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