Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
Camels are humpy and bumpy,
they’re almost always grumpy.
They hiss and they spit,
they leave piles of shit,
and their backs are awfully lumpy.

I'd walk a mile for a camel
but not a yard
for a lump of lard
get off your elephantine saddle
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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I'd walk a mile for a camel
but not a yard
for a lump of lard
get off your elephantine saddle


A lump of lard from the dripping tin
made from the fat of roasts.
Heart Foundation look away!
Mum spreads it on her toast.
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A lump of lard from the dripping tin
made from the fat of roasts.
Heart Foundation look away!
Mum spreads it on her toast.

your mother laid out an enticing spread
for the heart foundation;
membership numbers dropped
dead, but surviving affiliates were ecstatic
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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your mother laid out an enticing spread
for the heart foundation;
membership numbers dropped
dead, but surviving affiliates were ecstatic


My mother is coming tomorrow-
I must lay out a nice spread.
Maybe some tuna sandwiches
and afterwards gingerbread.
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My mother is coming tomorrow-
I must lay out a nice spread.
Maybe some tuna sandwiches
and afterwards gingerbread.

after wards fill and physical
wounds are addressed, the mirror
still reflects a stranger
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after wards fill and physical
wounds are addressed, the mirror
still reflects a stranger

I’m a stranger to physical exercise;
my physique reflects that fact.
I’m scrawny and unmuscular
but at least I am not fat.
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I’m a stranger to physical exercise;
my physique reflects that fact.
I’m scrawny and unmuscular
but at least I am not fat.

I'm a stranger fat
in this body
looking for like minded fat

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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I'm a stranger fat
in this body
looking for like minded fat

don't let fat be a stranger,
go find yourself
in her folds of flabby bliss
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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don't let fat be a stranger,
go find yourself
in her folds of flabby bliss

Her folds fail test
partners of partners forced
into recall

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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Her folds fail test
partners of partners forced
into recall

I recall those folds of polyunsaturates,
her cholesterol kiss,
my failure to keep up
with her caloric intake
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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I recall those folds of polyunsaturates,
her cholesterol kiss,
my failure to keep up
with her caloric intake

Night infolds our mother earth;
Its milky way suspends her.
My supper seems as far away;
I dream of breakfast's splendor.

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Night infolds our mother earth;
Its milky way suspends her.
My supper seems as far away;
I dream of breakfast's splendor.

Breakfast at night,
sleep with the day,
eat when I should be shitting.

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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Breakfast at night,
sleep with the day,
eat when I should be shitting.

love eggs and bacon for dinner,
ghosting about as others sleep,
night shift’s irregularities
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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love eggs and bacon for dinner,
ghosting about as others sleep,
night shift’s irregularities

her regularities
blurred around the edges
still she harbored the ghost
of normalcy
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her regularities
blurred around the edges
still she harbored the ghost
of normalcy

harboring ardor for ghosts,
she sought cold stiff ones
regularly
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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harboring ardor for ghosts,
she sought cold stiff ones
regularly

Our ghosts devour belief; our grief
impels psychokinesis.
Hate's due awaits lust's disarray:
capricious souls in pieces.

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Our ghosts devour belief, our grief
impels psychokinesis.
Hate's due awaits lust's disarray:
capricious souls in pieces.

Psychokinesis in suspended belief
after exposure of phony Yuri Geller.
Magicians can bend spoons,
but mountains and scientists remain unmoved.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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Psychokinesis in suspended belief
after exposure of phony Yuri Geller.
Magicians can bend spoons,
but mountains and scientists remain unmoved.

Time bends around your heart,
leaves it suspended above our lives,
constant companion.
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thanks Thumbsup

Time bends around your heart,
leaves it suspended above our lives,
constant companion.

For eons we have waited,
while the seasons fossilized.
Leaves of our lives composting,
fodder for microbes - we lie.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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For eons we have waited,
while the seasons fossilized.
Leaves of our lives composting,
fodder for microbes - we lie.

spearing
through the earth ~
green blades
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