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Wednesday, October 1, 2003

Fun poem time. Yay. *kids clamor around*
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
Mood: Crazy
Music: Pixies-Havalina

they told me i was a stud
but i ate my muffin like a cookie master
and had my chocolate chips with kethup on a dish

it looked like blood as i dipped it in my hamburger
it even fell down my neck in rivulets like smoke
and i coughed like i had a choke
but i was really only looking to elope

they say i'm a stud
but i wanted to be a stick
so i took a stick
but it broke in pieces
that were an inch thick
and all i was left with
was to be a stud with a splinter
of a stick

what a dipstick
in some musical
like i'm romeo trying to steal their hearts
oh wherefore is a word i don't hear
but i can tell the ladies' kind is whispering
in each other's ears

shakespeare's down the hall
in the book we read
and he's talking about Cassius
and bondage queens

i don't want to be a stud of this kind
i need to ramify the right branch
and get my hand on it stern and snatch
then i'll be the man of chance
and spin the wheel of torture
and gaggle a laugh that's overture

shakespeare's always talking so kind
and writing his sonnets with mudslinging on his mind
saying her breasts, why they are dung
i'm too much of a stud to write that gestapo stuff
rather drink my diet coke like i gots the touchy-touch

they say shakespeare wrote his sonnets for money
like some playboy bunny
but look out what you say
he'd be caught today in the bathroom
reading playgirl in a dreamy haze

to be a stud or not be a stud
is the question of my whoring insides
and i wonder if anyone's taking any bribes
i've got a splinter that's so fine
all the hearts're sure to just fall over in time

here i wait so patiently
like a pagan with no brains
that only has a branch
to carry his legs
that are splinters
of a beggar's beg
here i wait so patiently
in the bushes behind
where colin built his powell
and curious george sails the seas

the aggravation of being a stud
how much like eating the lamb of love
and mixing it with two miracle cures
that only serve to further slur the way i lament
how i walk along as i tredge in cement
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