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Despite all his missing teeth And bombed out cavities He can still eat bags of Bricks and speak With perfect diction. Somedays we crave Revolution when He crosses the line And we the Comittee dream Of removing His authority. but theres nothing Left. So we press And pull our cigarets. and curse the birds and talk about Whatever ***** Our fancy. Inside our own jokes and theraputical Humor: We wait for him (our boss) While his briches swell more And more every hour Till his buttons burst And his yellow fork Lifts final suicide attempt Becomes a sucessful send off After to many Years it finnaly ****** out All the unchanged oil And passes out in the Mainconcorse next To all the pigeon **** On top of all the knick nacks Behind customer service.
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
The old man at times
Despite all his missing teeth And bombed out cavities He can still eat bags of Bricks and speak With perfect diction. Somedays we crave Revolution when He crosses the line And we the Comittee dream Of removing His authority. but theres nothing Left. So we press And pull our cigarets. and curse the birds and talk about Whatever ***** Our fancy. Inside our own jokes and theraputical Humor: We wait for him (our boss) While his briches swell more And more every hour Till his buttons burst And his yellow fork Lifts final suicide attempt Becomes a sucessful send off After to many Years it finnaly ****** out All the unchanged oil And passes out in the Mainconcorse next To all the pigeon **** On top of all the knick nacks Behind customer service.
michael-parish
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
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