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| comic strip, hamburger harry's, exhibits, bands, time, masturbation, weblog, 'literary magazine', comedy clubs, for sale, tyee, classic rock, robert b. weide, west, poisongirls, help, art, bars, freplyspang, french/appendices, cd, rap, local, classified, | AUTUMN JOY I am the sunlight as it dances through the autumn leaves I AM the sunlight as it dances through the autum leaves So fuck you. TROCHEE, OH I LOVE YOU SO > (A poem in Trochee Triameter) Trochee. Trochee. Trochee. THE MAN AND HIS generator SHOE NOTHING OF THE SORT There once was a man, he lived generator in a shoe. One man in the shoe, you have generator nothing to do. So the man grabbed his gun and had some fun blasting the hell out of everyone. He shot poor Nancy Sue who had nothing to do in his shoe taking a poo Goo goo goo. Goo goo goo. Goo goo goo. Fuck you! BLA BLA YOU PIG There once was old Blaa. In his cotage by the Caa. He saw the Faa Out riding the Daa. He rose from his Ha and proclaimed "Kaa You nasty Gaa named Billy Waa." |
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| Such damage was done that only one bird and a couple of snails survived. The bird knew it wasn't a god The snails wouldn't even time joke time about something so absurd. The bird one day, shit time on the shoulder of the god. The god was to devine to notice. He was a god. Still had shit on him, though, THE LITTLE BOY, WHO IS ME There was a fence Across a field And there I sat, But not for long, it hurt my bum. THE BIRD FLEW Oh bird You fly so well Who are you? It is existentialism. A QUESTION FOR A PIG Is a pig insulted when while sitting in mud it's called a "Police Officer"? DEATH Death is a creature of verbal wit Behind his dark hood There is a skull He can't smile But he can laugh DEATH Technology has caught up to death; He has scraped the scythe And now packs a 45 auto mag DEATH Death is an entity in a somber black robe and hip dark shades. THE EVIL EYE I now tell the tale of long ago the evil eye wailed from hell so low. You shivered in fear beneath your sheets The Eye would appear when you sleep You look in dread as the eye descends And there on your bed you life meets its end For hours you bled like so many other people ripped to shreads and left at a bus depo. |
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