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Date: 03-20-96 (20:23)             Number: 53
From: PHATBOY                      Refer#: NONE
  To: ALL                           Recvd: NO  
Subj: Read this...                   Conf: (53) Poetry
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Fan-TASTIC!
Not so drastic,
Super RHYME, I think I'M
Made of plastic!
Aztec warriors complete with gold
Fold under my hoplite Topflite ball!

Umm... so there I believe it is displayed how
Lunatic P be the foreign outer space child!
Undetonated warheads run into my forehead and
Stop like they never was in motion, it be dead-end.
And I feel deadened - and shut off from whatever...
I be in contact with me and myself?  Never!

Three way feud - is in effect when
I set upon my person with automatic weapons.
Stop the cursin', they say, and expand that vocab
But I know more words than I know spots from Romad
On the web... I seen Sailor Moon give herself away
With tears in her eyes and I - hate myself today!

Yah yah yah, I could be talking total babble
Or it could be secret codes to arouse the Rebel rabble
Against the Empire, and I don't mean Darth Vader
But the Dark Side of the force is a down escalator.
I cross-fader - left right left left
Right left right right, paradiddle on the mic!

I be like butterfly within The Last Unicorn
Grains of wisdom in the babble,
And when you find them -

They're gone.
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