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i'm running for vessel in 2002,
the first one-man religion in any office,
moving in the renovated vagina on the hill,
trying out for lead alcoholic in the rock bottom tribute show,
but the world's major religions and their child gods had to grow up.
it's a regeneration of the mop top,
the beatles will adapt and sell death back to us.
the great lounge act in the sky, a lame duck president.
(6 billion sickly dreamwasters like me wake up everyday).
oakland's broadway st. debut of samuel beckett's rockettes,
a chorus line of varicose veins and phantom livers.
wheel out the wood woman with no attachments.
next scene, wheel out the walk-off.
an antiquated hitchhiker, water beggar, with a reclining career and adjustable grandfather.
the average american head is actually gut-heavy.
it's the ever-receding sameness slip-n-slide,
all the renaissance men sleep in the park,
and every good thing under lights ends up like
the over-the-banister shot in sunset boulevard.
wheel out the leading lady with perfect lines.
next scene, wheel out the walk-off.
i write lines like these everyday for the taking,
maybe missing meter and ambition,
but altar-ready and self-forgetting all the same.
the difference between a poet and your typical pickpocket is all in the give-back.
my kamikaze librarian acceptance of aging,
just throwing books at death until all the bindings break.
counting our years like chasing receipts in the line.
cycles are boring like losers in love or born again christians.
time itself has a shit-job,
a treadmill with coffee-stain-standards, and oldies stations.
there's a whole lotta ancestors i don't need,
i mean i've perfected my flightlessness on my own.
lou gerhig showed up to every game so they named a rare disease after him,
it's the ever-receding sameness assembly line.
(steady work, this vessel business...).
well, we call him jimmy nickel
'cause he was always only a flip of the coin away from the entire fucking thing.
he of all people knew that luck was only in it for the money.
and that time itself is a number cruncher with a shit-job.
ol' jim nickel, he wouldn't vote to save a politician's life.
i'm running for vessel in 2002,
the first one-man religion in any office,
moving in the renovated vagina on the hill.
i'm running for vessel in 2002,
the first one-man religion in any office,
moving in the renovated vagina on the hill.
i'm running for vessel in 2002,
the first one-man religion in any office,
moving in the renovated vagina on the hill.
i'm running for vessel in 2002,
the first one-man religion in any office,
moving in the renovated vagina on the hill.
brought to you on behalf of the committee to re-elect yourself.
remember, love for president,
'cause it's better than never having voted at all.
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