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The anti-fish from dildoland

Is marching down a mucus strand

That leads from Falco to Ayn Rand

With stops at Chad and Spain

While nine fat popes and two wet Jews

Guffaw and grunt and fill their loos

With milk squeezed from their underoos

And carbonated pain

A riboflavin travestry

Goes up and down the tapestry

That graces my new haggis tree

By cowlight and bi-nightly

And Christ the cumquat troubadour

Has stapled omelettes to the floor

And burned the bush from every whore

Whose curtains were unsightly

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A pox upon the vomit king

Who brandished forth his ding-a-ling

And then defiled everything

With Casios and roses

A pox upon the lying lips

That promised me fried paperclips

For now I’m eating beggin' strips

And shacking up with Moses

A pox upon this stupid song

Which sounds too dumb and lasts too long

As od’rous as a sumo’s thong

And worse with every stanza

A pox upon the nipple tree

That I’ve been growing rectally

Since long division and E. T

Had sex with Tony Danza

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Bony butter children sit and stare

At a shredded Hustler reduced to porn specks

But there’s nothing in my underwear

That can’t be found in a box of Corn Chex

And in the laundromat of sin

Your soul is dry, but your socks are burning

Did you wash your pants in rancid yogurt?

Cuz it sure smells like the Tide is turning now

A screeching wad of camel bile

Is hurtling glumly down the aisle

And genuflecting all the while

Like Nerfuls at a totem

And traipsing through the wiggling sod

A sentient screaming curtain rod

As subtle as a cattle prod

Delivered to the scrotum

The holy mane of Mr. T

Was eaten by calligraphy

Served with a side of sodomy

And doom and gloom and presage

So graft potatoes to your brain

And lubricate a whooping crane

Hello there, I’m John McCain

And I approve this message

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