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I was hungover and sickly
So I headed down to Shipley
For a corn dog, maybe two
And a 16-ouncer of King Cobra brew
I was broke so I put it on my tab
So tried and true
Sold my soul to the company store
Still I keep coming back for more
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday
Cash my check, pay off my debts
But for the amount I owe Mr. Woo
I could probably buy his store
And al his food
It's pay him or pay my rent
They've got my last red cent
Harvey Woo I.O.U.
Damon
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GREENSLEEVES
I'm on the road. I have cold.
I have nowhere to blow my nose,
Yet on and on the mucus flows.
Never-ending are my woes.
Greensleeves are my delight
They saved me from my nasal plight
Greensleeves, they once were white
But now they are stainéd forever
What virus is this that tortures me?
That has my sinuses draining?
the office workers are most wary
Of the germ warfare that I am campaigning.
America
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DEMISE ME
I popped out and was looking around
Tall green didn't see anything but the same pinching fingers
oh no, but no fear
smaller he look at me and smiled
then dry softness. I didn't know where
I didn't care worms don't care
He played with me and passed me around
It seems I was the center of attention
I noticed I couldn't even squirm
they boy grew bored or me
Then I turned into a twig
And forgotten. Nosmo
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KRASH
(written on a plane
en route to Berlin
CMWC '93)
Warmth.
Wetness,
trickling down my neck.
Heart insanely pulsing:
Still unsure of fate
after ghastly airborne
wreck.
Blood.
salty
tastes like...
mercury.
The last pages of life
turn rapidly in the reeling mind
of one
lost soul
searching for a last
answer to life's
foreboding question,
while ignoring
mechanized voices
instructing air bag
safety mentality.
Flight 301, 74A, 563;
can't remember which
one I got on.
doesn't matter now,
ambulances are
careening their
siren song to chose
which direction of
life saving endeavors
they shall perform first.
Rapidly working their craft,
but not to get me.
Trapped,
Steel.
Shrapnel;
piercing thigh.
Warmth,
Wetness;
blood.
Time to die.
Bok Choy
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meathead & archie went to a rave
in the bowels of the earth
in a deep dark cave
to kidnap gloria & edith
and make a quick get away
lights were flashing
strobes were turning
bodies were churning
to the hip dance beat
by the bonfire burning
at the center of the cave
was edith in leather
with a riding crop, enchained
to the back of a
young love slave
gloria was dancing nude
with a sailor named mcrude
with a pirate hat & boat tattoos
archie screamed
i demand this rave beast cease
ive come for my gloria & edith
and ant to get outta here
besides all you people are queer
drinkin smart drinks instead of beer
and ive got to take a stance
against these floppy hats and baggy pants
they dont fit you
so take a look in the mirror
when you get the chance.
Damon
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