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The Unexpected Hanging Paradox

Parsimony Antipathy or Prudent Hostility

 

Locked-up Cuspid Of the One Celled Organism

 

As the Augury tends to its Auspices oddities

 

One Weak Ordeal and your reward will be handsome

 

 

Ceteris paribus when Ockham’s blade gets dull

 

Get a loan from your Karma or come back as amoebae

 

Hearts won’t be practical until they’re unbreakable.

 

But if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.

 

 

Sometime this week I’ll hang from the gallows

 

Every drip of the tallow brings closer the end

 

But I’ve got this imp secured in this bottle

 

And you can have him for a price less than a penny

 

 

Yeah, I’ve got a genie who’ll grant all your wishes

 

Just pay for this bottle and your family gets fed

 

But act fast, for soon I **** my last twitches

 

By this time tomorrow I could very well be dead

 

 

Salivating tadpoles for Hegemony crickets

 

All imprisoned here with this repressionist peasant

 

By a singular stroke into Jove’s black booklet

 

Lucidly errant, who hasn’t been flippant?

 

 

 

Clever Arachne, my love, oh thou immodest spider

 

All I ever wanted, she picked a fine time to leave us

 

My days squandered eavesdropping Apocalypse riders

 

But if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.

 

 

Sometime this week I’ll hang from the gallows

 

Every drip of the tallow brings closer the end

 

But I’ve got this imp secured in this bottle

 

And you can have him for a price less than a penny

 

 

Yeah, I’ve got a genie who’ll grant all your wishes

 

Just pay for this bottle and your family gets fed

 

But act fast, for soon I **** my last twitches

 

By this time tomorrow I could very well be dead

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clyde-yulassetar-wiggin
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Jan 2, 2013
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