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Johnny's in the basement, prepping up the medicine
I'm on the pavement, thinkin' 'bout the government
Bob Dylan, "Subterranean Homesick Blues"
Lil' Bo Beep done lost her sheep
Got groin muscles looser than a wizard's sleeve
She been gettin' down all around town
Rockin' all in Boston, she's making rounds
Trying to find the perfect man
Ended up in a ditch with a prize winning ham
"Apocalypse Now" is chanting them clowns
Channel 25, they are lazy now
Hitler truly thought that he was cool
Now everybody wonderin' where they put their shoes
No more,
Don't want no,don't need mo'
Nah, I don't need that lasagna to go
My God is full, thank you very much
Anymore scrappin', he just might fart
Great Apps
Solid crap
Tech stuff, man, I'm too phat
To know anything about that stuff
Shame I never knew how to work a gun
Hey yo, f***hole, what are you waiting for?
Waiting for me to smoke all this dope?
Don't be cruel, to this jerk that's true
I wonder from where else blood might spew
Stalin was a b*****d, Mao was a rascal
Everybody's jazzercizing while they pastel
All the punks who jumped on up
Never really minded when Lenin got pumped
Checking out, moving on up
Streets are infested with lice and gunk
My big toe is singing his song
T.S. Eliot says, "whimper off"
- by Comrade Texidor |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/02/2009 |
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- Title: Rosatto Drusilla, Bossa Nova
- Artist: Comrade Texidor
- Description: "Damn, is this guy obtuse or what?" It's what most people think when they read this. I really don't tell everybody I just grouped up a bunch of things that rhyme and presented it as poetry. But hey, people saw symbolism in it. That's how you know that THIS is a work of genius. Oh, and Bob Dylan, thank you for the inspirational music... NOT! Nah, joking. :)
- Date: 05/02/2009
- Tags: surrealism rosatto drusilla blues gabo
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