Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
although she had a night of sex
somehow she woke up cranky
maybe she needs a bit more sleep
or a good morning spanking.

He blew his nose into a hanky,
missing out on an eve of panky.
Got a full night of sleep,
but there’re cries from the deep
that his monkey needs a good spanky.
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He blew his nose into a hanky,
missing out on an eve of panky.
Got a full night of sleep,
but there’re cries from the deep
that his monkey needs a good spanky.

As sleep is broken from the heat
that wells up signaling complete
hormonal confusion,
it's not an illusion.
Wake up and open the window, my sweet.
Hysterical
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wild women
sheets a flappin'
hot flash

patient husband
regrets wasted pill
plays tents
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patient husband
regrets wasted pill
plays tents

Husband regrets
forgotten pill
hurts his back in play tent

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Husband regrets
forgotten pill
hurts his back in play tent

Wife regrets
forgotten pill
till she meets babe's eyes
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Wife regrets
forgotten pill
till she meets babe's eyes

ten sleepless months later
she gives hubby a vasectomy
while he sleeps.
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ten sleepless months later
she gives hubby a vasectomy
while he sleeps.


as virgin boys dream of misdeed
and wanton girls must each month bleed
vasectomy's ambiguous seed
imprisons us and yet we're freed

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even good girls bleed
until one day they're freed
eggs all turned to dust
all gone except the lust

lust for life clings on
when all the rest is gone
but dust is all that's left
of love and sex and death
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lust for life clings on
when all the rest is gone
but dust is all that's left
of love and sex and death

joy and laughter, love and sex
recharge our waning power
as humans squeeze the living breath
from each remaining hour
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<<Obviously not part of this wacky series, but do you guys notice how totally bi-polar, psychotic, masochistic and sadistic, and yet freaking hopeful this poet would be if it came from one mind. It's kinda scary, even if you read only a few back, much less the massive leaps we've made since the start--does make me giggle alot. I dont giggle much.>>
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<<Obviously not part of this wacky series, but do you guys notice how totally bi-polar, psychotic, masochistic and sadistic, and yet freaking hopeful this poet would be if it came from one mind. It's kinda scary, even if you read only a few back, much less the massive leaps we've made since the start--does make me giggle alot. I dont giggle much.>>

psychotic yet freaking hopeful
clinging to rule #5
just write something and keep moving
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psychotic yet freaking hopeful
clinging to rule #5
just write something and keep moving

the need to cling
psychotic monkeys chatter
where's my head phones
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the need to cling
psychotic monkeys chatter
where's my head phones

I need to cling to baobabs
static free of simian thugs
rapping savanna citizens silly
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I need to cling to baobabs
static free of simian thugs
rapping savanna citizens silly


The good, the better, and the best
are free to cling to static's vest;
the wash is done, the blessed are blessed,
our quest succumbs, it's time to rest.
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The good, the better, and the best
are free to cling to static's vest;
the wash is done, the blessed are blessed,
our quest succumbs, it's time to rest.

Though summer was rich with peaches and plums,
the last of the fruit on the branch now succumbs
to frost as it clings
to all once green things;
wool mittens are cloaking green thumbs.
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Though summer was rich with peaches and plums,
the last of the fruit on the branch now succumbs
to frost as it clings
to all once green things;
wool mittens are cloaking green thumbs.


Green thumbs in the spring work their magic with plants,
then the summer browns both with its heat.
With the fall comes the frost (and the last of those ANTS);
rest your feet, and in three months repeat.

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oh, damn, didn't get that one in fast enough Smile

well, ok:

the winds of autumn chilly blow
not yet the whirling breath of snow
with leaves a crunching
and pumpkin pie munching
at least we don't have to mow

Autumn's falls of crunchy leaves,
leave stopped-up gutters on the eaves.
All Hallows' Eve, its tiny thieves;
reprieves our task, our dirty sleeves.

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Autumn's falls of crunchy leaves,
leave stopped-up gutters on the eaves.
All Hallows' Eve, its tiny thieves;
reprieves our task, our dirty sleeves.

The police force have a monster
they keep it in a van,
it likes to feed on crunchy thieves
and catches them if it can.

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border patrol's big monster
likes aliens for prey
outer space men without green cards
will be swiftly sent away


let us pray for outer space men
give us this day our daily pigpen
swiftly away to ermmmm Amen
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let us pray for outer space men
give us this day our daily pigpen
swiftly away to ermmmm Amen

the pigpen
dead poetry everywhere
amen
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