They call me, kids, the Kool-Aid Man
    Because I mix it well;
And when I mix the Kool-Aid, man,
    It hits you hard as hell!

The trip's a scream; it's rotten; it's mean;—
    It casts an evil spell;—
It's a fast, full-throttled, steep careen
    Into the bowls of hell!

And only heroes can drink it, kids,
    So, pour it down; it's swell
For erasing egos, erasing ids,
    And making heroes as well!

O.O

Not through your ******, your ear, or your nose,—
Your sphincter's the place where your sphincter ring goes!

O.O

One and the same are God and the Devil:
The God of Good is the God of Evil.

O.O

A sound like none you’ve ever heard
Is Gulda on the clavichord:
Sublime and strange, the player roasts
The music of the land of ghosts.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KD2RlcEkPY

A single drop of “acid rain”
Will drive you mad, then fry your brain!
The trip will take away your breath:
Just do one drop, and trip to death!

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My snow-globe is more rare than rare,—
A strange antique most singular:
Crafted by one in magick skill’d,
Its contents cannot e’er be spill’d.
It started as a crystal ball
Enchanted and invincible.
A snowman now doth dwell therein,
Blasphemous, foul, and wicked as sin.
He only dons a scarf and sneer,
This angry, deviled, little dear.
He bears within the globe alone
An endless blizzard’s blast and moan.
The little thing is largely mean:
He rages still and gluts his spleen.
He rages while the storm doth blow
Alike the thunder in the snow.

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Let health-nuts wear out running shoes,
   And let them eat their Wheaties,
While we enjoy some Mountain Dews,
   And drink to diabetes!

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You know you've got a problem
    When candy is more than dandy—
When all you want is sugar,
    And start trading teeth for candy.

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Why use a gun
   To ****?
Where is the fun?
   The thrill?

For taking life,
   I attest  
A butter knife
   Is best.

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