2004-02-28 - *knock knock*
ok that's good let it go like that
turn me off before I take you to conclusion
but put this bit of hood in your judgement hat
I'm not about to enter your driveby confusion
you're like the old lady who suffered this illusion
to the attic she explored with my flashlight she was usin'
she was well over 40 and susceptible to bruisin'
so she stared and started snorting with the flashlight she was sporting
and she started to exhorting and exclaiming, "Oh my Lordy!"
"Just look at all that dust this flashlight put up here!"
as she eyeballed all the particles floating ever near
and everywhere the flashlight turned the dust was sure to go
at least that's what ol granny thought because she didn't know
that dust was always floating there but darkness kept it hidden
besides she wasn't one to understand when I was kiddin'
she'd sometimes take me humorously and other times she'd fuss
like when I told her what *ahem* was really in that dust
approximately 90% from human dead skin cells
she asked me where it went, I said, "in the lintels,
the drapes, and cardboard boxes,
the taxidermy foxes,
and every nook and cranny in between..."
I never saw my granny get so mean
"Just get it out, you put it there
you wise ass son of blunder!"
I swear you should have seen her hair,
her voice became like thunder...
but anyway that's how I feel
the way you sass it up
your stanky attitude is real-
ly trite -- so pass it up
you need to lighten up a bit
try yoga, beer or blunt
just anything to make you quit
this bogus fear-filled stunt
and let the word I speak to you
expose the dust within
it's not as if it's Greek to you
be chosen, let it in
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