Title : Pinion #3
Author : Magik E/Cthulu



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           subversive,alternative,brainwashing,propaganda       ~~~~~

                                          

Hello my few and fond readers.

Okay, this time we have more than ONE poem in ONE release! Amaaazing!

Yup. So, heres our religiously brilliant attempts at literature. 



Thanks to everyone. 

                                                        Magik_Elvis-



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                                          rock                n' roll

                      hey my

hey

       rock                                             die

                  hey        my       will



           n' roll                 my                      my

                                               hey

                         never

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do you know what time it is

its time for you to look

not at your watch 

but in the mirror

tell me what you hear

don't lie about what you know

close your eyes and start to sew

when they're shut you'll be free

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          V  



  why me 

  why me

        don't fuck with me

        don't fuck with me

                           don't touch me

  why me

        don't fuck with me

  why me                                   

                                           take me

                                           take

                        me

        don't fuck with me

                                touch 

  why



                                                        

                                                        magik@elvis.com



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Trampled by a moose

        -By Evil Iggy

                A poet if I've ever seen one



Oh mighty moose,

you hit my caboose

and mowed over my head

like a mighty rolling bed

which crushed my puni brain

and put my blatter thru much pain

which drove my urethra insane



Oh mighty moose,

who crushed my cranium

which stopped me from rhyming

that did not feel good



Oh mighty moose

like a river gone loose

who stopped me from making sense

that flew over the apple fields

and into the pigmy paper meals



Oh mighty moose

who broke my pretty tooth

and then to the dentist I went

to get my tooth enbent

and to pay an outragous price

to put my jaw in a vice



Oh mighty moose

who crushed me like a telephone booth

you make me sick

like strawberry quick



Oh mighty moose

who's hoof prints adorn my face

tis not a disgrace

to have a taste of wildlife, on my face



Oh mighty moose

who parralized my lower body

to get to the McPotty

How I admire you so

I now grab my shotgun, to blow

the mighty moose

into tasty moose juice



Oh mighty moose,

it's time that you learn the truth

I'm going to cut your head loose

and skin your flea bitten fleace

and use your head as a mantel piece



Oh mighty moose,

your head now loose,

nailed to the wall,

so that you will not fall

into my fire place

every so often though, I spray you with mace

and kick in your head

just so I know you're dead

I also feed you bread

well, actually I just smack you with it

but what's the dif?



               - Didn't really happen, but we can dream

                 can't we?

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Do you think you're secure in your suits and ties

My little conformist friend?

One more clone becomes another friend for my own

Threaten my life, I saw you in high school

Beat the shit out of everyone ! Yeah !

You and your kick ass now, live now, ask questions

Never attitude.

Get the girls, fuck them, they think too much.

Get the nerds, beat them, they think too much.

Well, guess who the controller of your little world is now?

Your nine to five routine is controlled by WHO, motherfucker?

A NERD. Big Brother AND his nerd sister.

We'll take that wedgie you gave us in high school,

turn it into a computer that controls YOUR MIND and makes

You the thoughtless vegetables we knew you were

AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS. Real HARD, just the way you like it

Don't lie, we know you're a faggot under all that paint

A blatant heterosexual buffoon is a cover and now, we'll

Get a computer chip, just the right size for the inside

Of your anal cavity, mother fucker!

Think NOW fucker.



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