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I was ruined and I was ridden
By the guilt that I had hidden,
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Like that refreshing refuge on the route
Of caravans that crossed the cruel lands,
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When sick and slick and black as night,
The wicked rats had multiplied,
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The weapons of mass distraction Have wiped out worlds of joy
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One day while trekking through the trees In back woods where there blew no breeze
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Just like the fragrant flowers and fruit
Fine frankincense and orrisroot
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Along the Indonesian coast Upon the island where they host
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What gracious Buddha nature is bestowed Upon the firm, yet flexible Bamboo,
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To pee or not to pee—that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the night to stifle
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Our children have developed appetites
For sinister destruction, it would seem
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The one the sages named soothsayer,
The insect that divines,
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Now cloaked and veiled in secrecy,
Beneath her blue umbrella,
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I’ve often praised the passive things,
I’ve loved the dove and peace she brings,
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The bad-ass punks who band in groups,
Those inner city tribal troupes,
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Returning to their breeding grounds
In shallow shoals to spawn
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Far beyond the boring order
Of the square suburban blocks,
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When mud is slung, bite back your tongue
That's held with hesitation.
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The grim and gruesome Ogre Grudge
Is such a crude curmudgeon,
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Here’s to the rolled and toasted
And golden little O’s
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Some Phoenix lady said she saw our Mother,
Whose face appeared upon her blackened taco;
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Dung Beetle Man, Dung Beetle Man,
Does whatever Dung Beetle's can.
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I love it when your dark roots start to show,
They reach up from beneath the blonde and rise;
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Now here in the orchard
Our hearts have grown old
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When I felt uninspired, I found pleasure
In consuming sweet treats like a treasure
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I love my time of wind and light,
When the fields are filled of fritillaries
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The pruning of the poet tree,
On which the fruitful poems grow
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How my raging anger rouses
When I hear a hypocrite,
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Remember how our hearts once overflowed
Just like the grand Niagara Falls at night
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Attitude, Schmattitude,
The only reason I exude
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Consider how your evening guest
Just had a day that’s taxing
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Most magically-colored mysterious eyes Yield rare iridescence in myriad rings,
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A salt-and-pepper chatterbox
He’s tricky as the dickens
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The wired and wound-up types today
Get quite the buzz and boost
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