2003-06-23 - 5:55 a.m.
I'm here, the bonafide
prime champion of pride
now you've been notified
so don't be terrified
my password's verified
my ass -- Kentucky fried
I'd find a place to hide
or ride a spacey ride
the face off with my case of every wicked thing inside
the generator field of my friend of later yield
did never come to full fruition in the final bell that peeled
and so the wicket that I wield becomes a weapon unconcealed
and every place I pay tuition cannot see the way I feel
but I express it
squeeze and undress it
and it's a wonder
that I rarely seem to blunder,
data squarely streams from under
that awareness from the plunder
of a race that tore asunder
all the doves that flew in thunder
through the rain and icy tundra
just to tell you that you're someone
worth the pain of your cunundrum
but there's plumbing to be flushed
and you're becoming way too rushed
these anxious thoughts will soon be hushed
as you announce the party's crushed
and usher out the remnant's last
those of the future and the past
and let the plummer snake the vast
network of pipes until you pass
the board of health to back that ass
up to the wealth of Shalom class
but as I said I'm bonafide
as the champion of pride
and it's no fun to be stuck in
the outer field of this sin
let only humble love begin
and flow like water pouring in
pure and filtered, clean and strained
free of evil, pride, disdain
unimpeded at the drain
to the top, now once again
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