Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
Cats set aflame,
Illuminating temples
where love trumps opinion
through inhuman communion

Trump's opinion
is that love's for gay hippies
who communion with cats
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Trump's opinion
is that love's for gay hippies
who communion with cats

Trump's critics
would rather our ship burned
and sank than that it reach
his promised land where cats
and dogs could live together
in harmony
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Trump's critics
would rather our ship burned
and sank than that it reach
his promised land where cats
and dogs could live together
in harmony

I'd rather
critics burn
than burn
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I'd rather
critics burn
than burn

smells like
teen spirit
- burning critics
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critics burn
hot topic fashion at the altar of good taste

smells like teen spirit
fuck the old bearded waffles
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smells like teen spirit

fuck the old bearded waffles


smells like burnt waffles
who are all these bearded teens?
I'm fucking off, now
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smells like burnt waffles
who are all these bearded teens?
I'm fucking off, now




Now, I'm off
breaking records,
more or less.
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Now, I’m off
breaking records,
more or less.

more often than not
the only objects I break
are by accident
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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More often than not,
the only thing I break
is wind.
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(09-12-2021, 10:06 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  More often than not,
the only thing I break
is wind.
Hysterical
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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Windbreakers and parachute
pants on the dance
floor whip more than suits.
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Windbreakers and parachute
pants on the dance
floor whip more than suits.

The wind pants, weary
as it whips the parachute. 
Their dance breaks the fall.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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The wind pants, weary
as it whips the parachute. 
Their dance breaks the fall.


Broken dances litter
the floor with parachute threads
webs of lost rhythym.
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Broken dances litter
the floor with parachute threads
webs of lost rhythym.

The litter kitters pitter
Patter had her rhythm
In her inner cat broken.
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The litter kitters pitter
patter had her rhythm
in her inner cat broken.

Rhythm patters on
like rain on window panes or 
like little cat feet
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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Rhythm patters on
like rain on window panes or  
like little cat feet


Little window feet
scatter close to bullet nosed
raindrop scalloped stone
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Little window feet
scatter close to bullet nosed
raindrop scalloped stone

Nosy neighbors
dodge bullets
too close for comfort.
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Nosy neighbors
dodge bullets
too close for comfort.

The comfort of a good ladle,
lifting the year long labor
through the nose, the lungs, the soul too
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The comfort of a good ladle,
lifting the year long labor
through the nose, the lungs, the soul too


through nose to brainstem
lifting lungs to reveal soul
demon surgery
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through nose to brainstem
lifting lungs to reveal soul
demon surgery
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a stick up the nose
long enough to swab yer soul-
diabolical
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