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Proliferation??ration??stipation
Dress right! Get those arms up! Cover! Cover!
Tutelage??ebration??ss??s.
An ontological objectivity void of sound??t;br>The roaring deaf. Humanistic?
Our delegates carry the top-heavy.
Metamorphosis??nsmogrification.
Overcome, but how uninvolved?
Hard work? Sure! The salt of the earth
Make my existence possible.
Dealing??ffling??aining??axing.
I seek comfort and you concern.
We all have little murders in mind.
Life??e??kass??ch.
Lewd sings the cookoo:
88 pages of titillating Vibra-Color!!
We have a machine of such design as to increase
The proportions of certain extremities.
Step forward, please. What is your pledge?
Moonlight??ection.
Aha! Sir Percival, surely you jest!
Pan gong! Ship-ahm-ni-da!
The legislators have convened for a special
Emergency session tonight and will soon
Be addressed by the chief executive.
You know you can't order that!
Crabs??essity??ner party??oud.
When I close my eyes, there is a big drive-in
Movie in my heard. I check for holes in
My eyelids. Popcorn? Suds? Prophylactic?
The government should not interfere with a
Person's private concerns and investments
And concentrate on dope and pornography.
You're gonna love it to death
Summer Sunday coke float at Grandma's afternoon
(somebody wants my job)
and Top asked me why I never went up for
Soldier-of-the-Month (woowoogatefold).
Relegation??tainment??stion??strophe,
Ligament & cartridge & policy & long. Dern! Urn?
I used to play games with words, and what I took
To be verbal acrobatics impressed most
As literary contortions. Unowatamene?
Take a jik-jak course
Impolite! I must say.
But you're not supposta do that in a movie
(See if it's in the trunk!)
speaking of elephants harhar
I'm a master of digression.
Speakeajy, pal, and it'll come slow
Swamiji, pal, and it'll show (are you coming?)
Stir it up again, Sam, and see what the politicians
And the rest of the beggars and patricians say.
Dotdotdot??arenthesis of wit is without
I'm sitting alone in the office, and the pages
Of a phonebook rustle and flop to the fan
Somebody else has my typewriter
Can I buy an amplifier on time?
I never want to get up in the morning
Or come back from lunch
I need some crayons.
?? nation invisible??t;br>Abbie figured that we would be cynics to Che
I think he may have been right
We are to him, too, and frankly bored,
Detached and uninvolved and disgusted
I said I wasn't interested in politics
She said she didn't want to talk about it
That's wrong?? didn't say anything
That infuriated me??I doing the same
My baby even left me; never said a word,
But whose doorstep did I leave her on?
The first page of this was a prelude,
But now we're getting into the real
Nitty-gritty from the Crescent City
With His Majesty Sammy G
Eighty-eight three on your dial, chile
With the wild child of the Nile!
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