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The HUM-BUZZIN' 0f a newspaper flywheel-press What jarred up BUZZIN' slanders will these stories hold? On Newspaper traps where tortured minds are stuck and sold! Where lowered human beings are treated less On almost every city corner news is sought Those ugly outhouse lookin' shacks disperse, Smelly rotten things not found in beauty verse The sensation of broken wing-ged offical caught Garbage boy, toss my garbage at my door, maggot level I will bend, And claw-fetch the news of bitter end And saaaavoooor the nasty things in store
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Fly Food or LoViN' My GaRbAGE
The HUM-BUZZIN' 0f a newspaper flywheel-press What jarred up BUZZIN' slanders will these stories hold? On Newspaper traps where tortured minds are stuck and sold! Where lowered human beings are treated less On almost every city corner news is sought Those ugly outhouse lookin' shacks disperse, Smelly rotten things not found in beauty verse The sensation of broken wing-ged offical caught Garbage boy, toss my garbage at my door, maggot level I will bend, And claw-fetch the news of bitter end And saaaavoooor the nasty things in store
A salute to my newspaper's sensationalism And to myself for falling into their sticky trap about Clinton but it didn't stick too long
rw-dennen
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
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