2003-08-11 - 11:19 p.m.
there once was a lady of green
who climbed in a dunking machine
at first altruistic
but now masochistic,
impatient and tired and mean
.
she started a young volunteer
till water got into her ear
from the constant submersion
she had to get hers in
so she'd scorn the contestants who'd jeer
.
now she does what she does out of fear
and she can't see her way out of here
if you tell her to break
this was all a mistake
she'll stand up and say "dunk me you, queer!"
.
it's a terrible thing but it's true
when a joke isn't funny to you
it gets out of control
when it hurts someone's soul
not a thing that I consciously do
.
there's a serious loss when you find
true intentions are not always kind
but you must understand
there's a plowshare in hand
and the blades could dismember your mind
.
fun and games are for all to enjoy
but there's dangers nearby which destroy
if the sign says "off limits"
please don't you be dimwits
don't go there (beyond your employ)
.
all the words I can say won't convey
I'm the carnival where you come to play
it's all for a good cause
and we have a few laws
all in place to protect you today
.
number 1.) any act of revoltion
could result in immediate expulsion
and we know who you are
if you jump off the car
you're the grease spot well burned by propulsion
.
number 2.) hold on tight and let go
of the things that you think that you know
if it's psychic debris
there's no authority
if the spirit is dead there's no flow
.
number 3.) you must now understand
you are under the law of the land
but you won't be onslaught
if you don't get it caught
in the door as you run from her man
.
for he loves her and can't comprehend
why she helps him and says he's her friend
but she destroys her worth
(she's the salt of the earth)
when she hustles the dunking tank stand.
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