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I'm waiting here behind you  No, don't mind me at all  I'll glady stay and wait until  You've told everyone about your new white walls   
So Tommy's got the chicken pox?  Has he now, well that's shame  And that school picture of young Tina  It cost how much for the frame?   
The hairdresser is a vampire?  The scissors pricked your neck?  And Archie's nose began to bleed  When the budgie took a peck?   
Granny tipped and broke her leg?  Poor dear, poor thing, poor lamb  And you spoilt the eggs and bacon  When the handle flew off the pan?   
Bill
Come over for dinner oh won't you!   
We have cabbage,potatoes, and beef stew   
Our cat will be the appetizer   
They say the tail makes you wiser   
Oh come to dinner with me!   
We have carrots,cakes, and blackeyed peas   
Or would you prefer real eyeballs?   
Or perhaps the nose of our dog?   
There'll be lots and lots of honeybuns and poptars   
Though my brother thinks they taste like the oil of a go kart   
We should leave in a hurry or we'll have cold curry!   
And the penguin meat will be gone   
So will the moose t
You are not a visionary when all you spit is cliché & you won't change the world w/ your pseudo-romantic fantasies.  You are too insignificant to "save humanity" & will spend the rest of your life suffering from "superhero syndrome" -  a condition you almost brought to the attention of the psychological community       w/ your haughty martyrdom       but they didn't care about your shit either  Now quit espousing the virtues of being vegan. All that means is that your dumb ass is probably lacking essential amino acids.  & if your psychedelics expand the mind
Writer's Block.   
A war is waged inside your brain.  A war in which
With milk drops  dripping from  your dribble  nose,   
you stare up  my duney eyes,   
purringly  licking your  drunken face.   
"For the last time,  Mr. Cat, you cannot  read my mind."
She already has most of it planned out.  She’s gonna be the one  in a big white poofy dress,  and me, the maid of honor,  will be in some marine-blue deathtrap of a dress.  Have you ever been shopping for bridesmaid dresses?  They don’t even have a mirror in the fitting room.  You could be squeezed into a size  four sizes too small  and look miserable,  but still you have to parade out  and stand in front of everyone  just to see yourself,  and have everyone pick you (and the dress) apart.   
“Well if we pull it in here…”  “Adjust the
She already has most of it planned out.  She’s gonna be the one  in a big white poofy dress,  and me, the maid of honor,  will be in some marine-blue deathtrap of a dress.  Have you ever been shopping for bridesmaid dresses?  They don’t even have a mirror in the fitting room.  You could be squeezed into a size  four sizes too small  and look miserable,  but still you have to parade out  and stand in front of everyone  just to see yourself,  and have everyone pick you (and the dress) apart.   
“Well if we pull it in here…”  “Adjust the
The Dragon  A dragon lives around the bend  In a cave ‘neath the waterfall  Yesterday he stole Billy’s red shirt,  My toothbrush, and Amy’s doll   
That old dragon is quick, he’s mean and sly,  And sneaks around our home  He eats our food and drinks our pop  And wastes the minutes on my phone   
He has blue eyes and silver scales  And teeth like kitchen knives  And if you try to catch him today,  By tomorrow, you won’t be alive   
One time he set our sofa aflame  With the heat from his fiery breath  Little Amy screamed and ran ar
im not gay  at least not for you  
id rather makeout with a girl  than to go out with you
When no one is looking, when everyone is away  In the dead time  Locker goblins come out to play   
They feed upon your homework; they eat it in the dark  So when you get to class with Ms McMeven  And must pass up page 11, sections 4 and 7  And you open up your notebook  And the worksheet isn’t there  Then you know you’ve got locker goblins  Creeping crawling locker goblins   
If you open up your locker  And your books are all a-tumble  And your binders are all open  And your papers are all crumpled  If you open up your locker to a wild chaotic mess &nbs
Wakcherism #11  "I refuse to discuss taboo while there are still cats  to be eaten."
Wakcherism #12  "Whenever I meet a person who defies description, I take it as a hint   that I should practice my vocabulary."
Wakcherism #13  "In a cannibalistic culture, healthy diets would be passed down  from generation to generation."
Wakcherism #15  "Truly, a fortune cookie contains such wisdom as could only be attained  by a highly processed confection."
"Eloquence resounds! An articulacy that expresses  itself with a fluency of persuasion and  grace that we can only hope to understand…”   
Your voice, like a melody –  music to my ears –  A sound that I hold dear,  it moves me close to tears.  I sit there for hours  and listen to your words  every spoken syllable  as though it’s flowing verse.   
How to describe  how you’ve captivated me?  How can I turn to prose  when you’re walking poetry?   
But removed from your tones  When I produce the paper, pen,  I try

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