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Poetry night at "The Beatnick Bongo" (formerly Tom's Hosiery Empourium, formerly Hal's Sausage Shed)
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| I wrote this one after waking up in a pool of my own vomit. This goes out to all you cool cats out there. Its called "Hark! The Low Ping Bastard!" | |
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| Hark! The low ping bastard! The AWP is gay! The lady bug is dead within my soul! Hark! Where is The Opera? I sit on my stool of sorrow and await! Hark! Your god is dead, and my pubes itch! | |
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| You're all hypocrits! Thank you. If you want to hear more, you can find me in my parents basement, or at the Plasma Donation Center. Groovy man, groovy! | |
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