GREEN WITH ENVY
There's a man here swearing he can come at will,
he's standing one foot up on the slag-heap, declaiming.
No one wants to hear his trap, running on like that, for
it makes them green with envy, yes, to even think like
that. For five hundred dollars even I would take him
down with my high-powered rifle from ten miles away.
Easy snare, not much of a task to do.
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It's something like knowing your mother's not home and
she's already had sex with your father - to create you
anyway. All this unfathomable bullshit keeps rolling
around in my mind, and then some teen-aged Wunderkind
stands up to preach : miserable factors, the twist of the
snake around the neck of the lamb. Squeeze, squeeze
tight, my darling, squeeze.
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