poopling soup recipes #45

there was an alien lost at sea 
to find the stars he climbed the ship's tree
the sand clouds blocked the map
in this strange worlds sandtrap
that the alien wanted to flee



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poopling soup recipes #81

there was a fetus who lay on slate 
feeling the cold hand of mother fate
he wrote life is ho hum
Bum shitty shitty glum
then that fetus went for an ice skate

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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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