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Life and Times of Benny BurkeAs Benny looked back on it all he realized he grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. True, many would have killed for his white-house-blue-shutters-garden-in-the-back suburban dwelling, but not Benny Burke. He dreamt of a broken home, one where the dishes had no washer and the clothes had no dryer. One where weeds of all kinds crept gloomily along the cracked aluminum siding only to grope its way over the nearly opaque window panes. A monstrosity with a cellar that invoked all the wrath of hell to an extent that would cause the pope to soil his Depends. But no, he grew up on forty-two Farmhouse Boulevard, in a cul-de-sac populated by ten idLife and Times of Benny Burke
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Naked Girls on TrampolinesNaked girls on trampolinesNaked Girls on Trampolines
Make you think these thoughts and dreams
Of a time when you were so much younger
Before they dropped the bomb Taking pills and weighing legs
You’ll find out before you’re dead If everything you’d dream of died
Or if you’d never, just simply lied She’ll come over ten and two Just to catch a glimpse of you Sometimes she'll drop some hints You’ll run out and buy the mint flavored
Dreams and trampolines are never stable &
by ~thedork
Doubtful.It’s like a dream on a cold day Not quite winter, not quite anything Standing outside on the driveway pacing Waiting for the world to arise It’s like awakening before the alarm A halfhearted statement against a bucolic shower Primped and proper like never before Waiting for her to walk through the door It’s like a plan made through gasps of joy In one ear and out the other Halfhearted glances at a false lie of fact A tinge of pity and a side of absorption It’s like you and I lying in the flowers It’s like you and I dancing for hours ItDoubtful.
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I hope soap...Why cant I dance my pants in france? Pick a line pick a time I like vodka with my lime Whos gonna listen to the ants in france? Gotta rhyme to be fine don’t cross that line I hope soap! I hope Soap. I hope soap will come to me Trash the cash and blow it out your ass My hoodoo voodoo husky slushy doodoo Told me and sold me on scientology And that must be why it hurts when I pee I hope soap! I hope Soap. I hope soap Doesn’t like his coffee with cream Kill me thrill me big oil’s going to drill me Stick my pickle in a loaf of pumpeI hope soap...
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