poopling soup recipes #27

there was a tortphant and a tall tree 
they lived as one for a time you see
the news said climate change, 
burnt their home on the range
while a wild man with a match went free 

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tortphant-a tortoise crossed with an elephant

poopling soup recipes #109

there was an elite who wouldn't share 
they lied everytime they said they care 
they packed their carpet bags 
moved stakes to poorer flags 
so they could leave their workers threadbare

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poopling soup recipes #108

there was a santa who drank redrum
he used a cookie cutter on mum 
under the mistletoe 
he buried her in snow 
while in my stocking he left some gum 

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poopling soup recipes #18

there was a doll under a lamp post 
that was possessed by a frightened ghost 
skinny dipping in fur 
as curb crawlers stalked her 
the fates stabbed a violin with toast

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i have no willpower

it's been proven i have no willpower 
or i'd be dead and gone by now 
or i'd be dead and gone by now 

at night i pace the excavated grave yard grounds 
i see the dead, i hear their escaped lost sounds 
at their headstones i grow  mushrooms
to mask the hearse's foul exhaust fumes 

at night i suck the love out of my mistakes  
i grind my dreams to dust till my fake jaw breaks
at the bar i buy another round of medication 
to wash down life's bland taste of damnation 

its been proven i have no willpower 
or i'd be dead and gone by now 
or i'd be dead and gone by now 

from whore house's to the gutter i explored 
i swore aloud i'd live and die by the sword 
watched the hands of time break my words 
as pure snow dumps turn to blood pud turds 

from schools to prisons i fought and learned
i cursed the cigarettes i rolled and burned 
watched the smoke hang lazily then vanish 
as slowly my loveable devils Doc's banish  

its been proven i have no willpower 
or i'd be dead and gone by now 
or i'd be dead and gone by now

i drowned when i entered the baptismal sea
my kiss silenced the scream of the banshee 
empty monsters roamed the land of my birth 
looking for my formless bones to unearth 

but i am gone now never to be forgiven 
but wrath's hands movements are driven
they resurrected the fallen on their altar 
i stole my second breath and began to faltar 

its been proven i have no willpower 
or i'd be dead and gone by now 
or i'd be dead and gone by now

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poopling soup recipes #31

there was a troll with a snotty nose
he lived under a bridge where he froze 
castle folk didn't care 
he was just in their prayer
as they could smell the troll decompose 
 
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poopling soup recipes #91

there was a drunk of all shapes and hues 
he went  to the bar to pay his dues
he played his broke guitar 
to wake the morning star 
to moan how his debt gave him the blues 

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poopling soup recipes #20

there was a self who wasn't aware
that in heaven you need underwear 
"why is that"he asked Nod 
whose creations are odd
who replied "well all men ain't equal"


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poopling soup recipes #107

there was a caveman spinning his wheels
while a pack of snakes bit at his heels 
stuck in a oil puddle 
in a plastic bubble 
he consumed the last of his ideals  

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poopling soup recipes #97

an old hare who'd never once been to Err 
caught the wrong plane way up in the air 
on his flight to the queen 
who was a cold machine 
this saved the old hare from the queens snare 

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