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Part Two by mrs. johnson 08/05/2003, 7:22pm PDT
I was inspired?

Does anyone remember where I left my coat?
First I took a plane, and then I had to travel by boat,
Six years ago, I was the ultimate champ,
Now I’d be lucky to sell a polished lamp.

How many times do we have to die?
Hey, Charlie, cut me off some of that pie,
Greed will bury you in a tidal wave of sunshine,
Be extremely careful about where you draw that line.

Forty five children might make up a king,
Too bad they can all still die from a sting,
Gorillas probably don’t remember their parents,
When they smash your hood, they will leave dents.

No more land lines, not for us,
Shut up and get on the bus,
Speak out of turn and get your face cut off,
I’ll kill all of you, even if I hear a cough.

A metal ball, clothed in rubber,
Stuff it into a rat, and create a robber,
As time passes, everything is eventually forgotten,
There is no one to remember your great recipe for mutton.

Come on boys; take off your hard hats,
You can hit the falling rocks with bats,
They might fly over the fence and kill a passing, golden dog,
That doesn’t matter, tonight for dinner we’re eating a whole hog.

Does anyone remember where I left my pants?
If I smear honey over my asshole, it will fill with ants,
Jesus Christmas, what is that under the tree?
It is a dump taken by Santa, left especially for me.

the mrs.
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