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Aiee!
There s zits upon my inner thighs,
So women do not want me;
I have no other alibis
For the angst that haunts me.
I cut them off, with yelps and cries,
Still they grow back to taunt me.
A hundred thousand years of sighs!
The stubborn buggers daunt me.
- Simeon Stylites (from Groan: The Morose Poetry of Simeon
Stylites)
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An Attack
Quasi-human rotting blindman of tortuous contorted brain and
sharpened logs in eyes lances ceaseless cerebral pustulence onto
mostly-undeserving neighbors. Acid deathinlife flares out of
ten thousand holes around the edge of his face. Swimming in brown
lake of disgust; stuck with magnet to a place he should have
left eons
ago—blindman talks high about yearning for redemption, but
all he
really wants is lunch.
- Simeon Stylites (from Groan: The Morose Poetry of Simeon
Stylites)
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"HARMLESS"
There's no such thing as "harmless"
I'm here to tell you, brother
If you've got the equipment, you're a deadly weapon
One way or another
So, what's this I'm-so-innocent shit?
Is that your pick-up line?
‘Cause it's easier to catch flies with honey . . .
And you'd rather sneak up from behind?
I've seen your game before
Lust raging behind your eyes
You claim you don't mind taking her shopping
But really you want to part those calling thighs
You want to run your hand
Up the small of her back then ‘round
Up against the wall, you want her
Whimpering, gagged and bound
You're just afraid the girls will run
When you tell them where you'd like to put their mouth
And that's why you hide your gun
And won't let that wolf come out
Well, your secret's safe with me, Bub
‘Cause we all need a secret identity
So hide your tail under your sheepy suit
But just don't lie to me!
‘Cause there's no such thing as "harmless"
Go ahead, ask your mother
If you've got the equipment, you're a deadly weapon
One way or another
- Victoria
6/15/00
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Interactive
Big, strong, meaty hands
Personality slightly bent
A girl like me still can't figure out
How to make you pop your tent
But you show signs of life sometime
Which become music to my ears
You show me that you're digging this
AND that you're content to let me steer
I'm glad you're interactive, baby
You bring me back to life
A little mouth-to-ear resuscitation
Helps keep my muse in sight
Hanging out in my periphery
Waiting for the chance to chat
I feel like a mouse being seduced
By a crafty, scary, but patient cat
What will you do when you catch me?
It'll probably make headline news
Oh, the blood, the rope, the pickle?
But NOW the cat's amused
When you're interactive, baby
Your mystery brings meaning
You show me that you're digging this
Which helps keep my muse asingin'
I'm glad you're interactive, baby
You make blaze inside
A little mouth-to-neck resuscitation
Helps keep my muse astride
Victoria
6/23/00
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