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Wrinkling Shepherds

By Wil C. Fry, Oct. 30, 1999, 06:37 (Saturday)

Copyright © 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Ornery winged warts plague the Castle of INquTu
And pink water buffalo turds float upside down
    underneath your cousin’s grave
Wishing umpteen soldiers to prospect blah blah blah
Yellow canteens and aerosol munchkins dance
Together, finally, sitting on the Southbound Oh Give Up
Swishing back and forth, the dust mite roars in fury
“Extra Strength — NOW, more effective than EVER BEFORE!”

Living in a broken light bulb that was the idea above your head
Stinking pleasantly and soaking upwards of fifty per year
Imberton excelcius dog burgers en francais
A few more times, I think, ought to do the trick
Dynamite in your Cheerios and a dash of
Concubines sliced into pieces, that very day
Wrinkling Shepherds at the pier, drying in the
Cool night, blasting tempestuously
And yellow squash found under the counter
Rabid, long-tailed mountain goats lick at your sores
It’ll make you go blind, like a bat with his radar
Broken into tiny melted pieces HEE! HEE!
Slime rising sideways and getting hungrier by the
Minute that ticks by, mocking you and I
And laughing all the way to the bank
Just don’t eat funkalicious records that immigrate
Mostly Dead bleeding bifocals sample bludgeons
And froggies do the hokey-pokey in their
Underoos!



Biblical reference for line 14: Judges 20:6



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