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| Wharton's Last Nerve |
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Doorbell games They aren't the same When you're decades old and counting Forever floundering in Dietary strains And more of the same things So raise the stakes My dear old friends And place a bounty on your names Let's be deviants once again Castle waste and stolen plates, fish fillet and pulsing rays Did I tell you I'm afraid the scarecrow got arrested? Did you sleep last night With that thought? Dirty bomb on throwing ground, viewers in the dugout Walk away, walk away, and keep a cork in your mouth Did you see the headline All awash in thick wine? Curly hair on parchment glued to lampposts in the square Serif-laced and glossy-faced, its sullen figure stares Says, have you seen this man? Says, if you've seen this man Report him It's all about what he deserves, so let's exploit his last nerve We'll play the soundtrack of our drives from back when we were wondering why We each felt the way we did Do we even know that now? Three Chinese mortars, a safe cure for boredom Until the trajectory failed Were we serious and/or delirious? A good story's far better than health Oh, dear Lord, forgive me For I know what I do I've studied my actions and thoughts through and through Someday we may rot, someday we may burn, but we'll still be laughing |
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