mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (03/28/84)
Roaches love beer
They swim in it to die;
They like it more than I do.
Don't put your glass down
They're greedy and they're quick,
By the time you pick it up
One will have made sacrifice;
Offered himself to the god of hops.
Drinking Quasiaku
Oh, Ah, I'm getting drunk
In the warm wind and sun
My skin is singing, it's tight
My skin and I are getting
Tight together
We're very close, you see.
The top of my head is turning pink
The grey stuff inside is warm
Ther grey stuff knows, the knowledge grows,
I'm warmly and pinkly,
Oh so distinctly, drunk on my ass-
Drunk on my ass, but my ass doesn't mind
My ass is my friend, my nether end,
My ass thinks it's fine.
It's hot and I'm wet, I'm
Running sweat,
Singing a duet with my skeletal structure
My bones know the truth, the truth they tell,
They speak in secret subharmonics;
They tell me it's time to pee on the bushes.
My toes are touching things I see
Gravity is calling
Pretty soon, pretty good,
These things will know my presence,
Idiot boy grows up and falls down
How could I do any better?
mr.mincemeat
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