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Reply to "Verbal Abuse / The Poetry Part 2"

IN HELL (an improvisation):

I can't understand why I'm watching Grease
when I really want to go out and do shit
But once again Mother Nature is on the rag
What a bitch she's become
quite like my mother in the old days
acting cold and blowing a fierce wind
farting her fierce frigid sting in my face
red and chapped and raw and tired
I just can't bring myself
to brave the cold night
But if I went out I feel so right
I feel good and feel so fine
But I have no cash since it was
stolen by some jerk-off
on the third of the month
May the Lord Satan or Buddha or Jesus
smite those bastards who stole my cash
and make me rich so I can move to New York
and make better and more fabulous
and more freaky and more fine
than I am now.

AB
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