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Life on the Outside |
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The Unknown Poet Junior Member
since 1999-09-25
Posts 34Somewhere West of No-Where |
Life on the Outside When I told them I would break out, They told me I wasn't too smart. Guess they were right, cause every night I'm hangin' out at the Wal-Mart. Life on the outside ain't easy. There's never nothin' to do here. Ho hum, boredum, all for freedom, The price is much too steep, I fear. So I go here and I go there, But where am I, really? I never end up anywhere I really can be me. A straitjacket of conformation, I could never meet the "norm". I'm society's affirmation Of failed reform. Wal-Mart canned me for being lewd, And, well, that's when I realized How much I miss cafeteria food, Hey, I'm institutionalized. I'm feining for a mental shock, God knows I need the gloom. Just slam the door and latch that lock, I miss my rubber room! the unknown |
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Justin Kace Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 82Oz |
We've got your rubber room for you All painted nice with bars I don't think though they'll let you back You don't know who you are. Just tell them that you surely are A very fine artiste Then if they still do question you Just say you are Matisse. We'll save your dinner on your tray We'll keep the status quo But Justin Kace you dine with Thyme You may bite Lisa's Toe [This message has been edited by Justin Kace (edited 09-27-1999).] |
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Justin Thyme Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 216Oz |
They let you OUT??? Are you SURE? You have no DOUBT? Wal-Mart the LURE? You're UNKNOWN now But not for LONG. You still have your bracelet ON! hehehe -Justin T. |
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The Unknown Poet Junior Member
since 1999-09-25
Posts 34Somewhere West of No-Where |
'Tis a tick, you don't fool me, Ah, for this much I know. If I'm to be a great atiste, My name must end in "O". I cut off my ear, 'tis true also, Before I noticed in time Vincent's last name was spelled VanGogh, Ah, but at least it's still a rhyme. Leftover meatloaf, what a treat, I don't know how I can thank you. Yes, justin Kase, I think you're neat, But just abit cuckoo!!! the unknown (Alias Vinny) |
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Pablo Junior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 12 |
Vinny, you're a wee bit late, don'tcha think? For Wal-Mart's Sale, Blue-Light.... Perhaps it's something you ate *wink wink* I think it's more likely, you're TIGHT! Your brain is missing (well partially) from surgery on the 3rd.... And you've been downing that formaldehyde! (It's not whiskey, or haven't you heard?) Oh, dear dear Vince, you must keep apart, the institute from your beloved Wal-Mart! That isn't Security! Where have you went? They're the men coming after you with a BIG NET!!! *********** sincerly yours, Pablo P. Artiste Extraordinaire |
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The Unknown Poet Junior Member
since 1999-09-25
Posts 34Somewhere West of No-Where |
Justin Thyme, I feel your envy You wish you were outside. So, there, you dare doubt my story, But here, let me confide. I saw Lisa while on the town, She was working at McDonald's. She's found herself another clown, I think his name was Ronald. I didn't mean to make you weep and wail, Because Lisa now thinks you a nothing. But what's in your teeth, that a toe nail? Well, atleast she left you something. the unkown, (Alias Vinny) |
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Justin Kace Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 82Oz |
That shows you how much Pablo knows He's standing in the aisle For paints and brushes at Walmart Some easels and some pails... He'll stand and wait I do suppose A very long long while Unless he goes to the KMart Where they have blue-light sales... |
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The Unknown Poet Junior Member
since 1999-09-25
Posts 34Somewhere West of No-Where |
Pablo, Pablo you were my friend, But now I plainly see. This will be a war to the end! 'Tis a conspiracy. Faces, faces everywhere, And all looking at me, No, none of you thinks it's fair That I'm the great Vinny. Was it you who called Wal-Mart To let them in on my secret. Well, Pablo, that wudn't too smart, This much you will regret. Damn, here come the white shirts again, Bringing more Lithium. Be warned, I will be back and then 'Twill be DELERIUM!!! the unknown, (Alias Vinny) Oh, By the way, Pablo P. Artiste, extraordinaire. You never really did tell me what you did with my butt hair! [This message has been edited by The Unknown Poet (edited 09-27-1999).] |
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