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This is one of my favorite surreal poems, written by Kenneth Patchen.
The Murder of Two Men by a Young Kid Wearing Lemon-colored Gloves
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I canāt hear the helpers over the racket of the rabble who babble that itās broken.
Help.
Or shut it.
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How aboutā¦
Boobies are not fer starinā, no matter the close sheās aināt wearinā; donāt be so crass, can all that sassā¦ treat women like peopleā¦not ass.
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Hipsters
roasting over an open fire
Ironically
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Boobies are not fer starinā,
no matter the close sheās aināt wearinā;
donāt be so crass,
can all that sassā¦
treat women like peopleā¦
ā¦people who eat bass.
ā¦people who teach class.
ā¦people who read Ram Dass.
ā¦people who spin glass.
ā¦and people who pass gas.
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There are two of us in hereā¦all alone.
Iāll join them.
What am I?
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Meh, well okay! what weevil looks
Has @japhroaig made a pun?
Dipped in tartar sauce, the Albatross
He from oobleck was wrung.
Itās physically painful to mangle that most beautiful of poems 
"Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns"
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The mouse flies with borrowed wings. The world opens wide. The eating things can see it too.
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This next debate question goes
First to Princess Pricklepants
On temperance, shrubs and slugs
What be your o-fficial stance?
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Talking to the balsamic vinegar in the corner of the counter. Counting rivulets in the olive oil, it disagrees with my opinion. God damnit, where is the bread!?!?
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Of temperance there is one answer, to wait patiently,
One day the art of eating will be known like the art of Da Vinci,
Not a realm for slugs, but one of light, a feast
For verse and hedges one lost to Kemetic time, now found.
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That
Your music.
We should fight.
That paint a disappears.
As in the manner ones.
The order to conceive and street.
We soon as ever this result lark.
We wish them in future to sing harmful.
We the nude in painting, as nauseous and will.
That are told that the subject is nothing and triangular.
Our is conventional in we shall merely answer that we fight.
That suffering of a man is of the same interest to will.
On universal dynamism must be rendered in painting as a dynamic no necessary.
The construction of pictures has hitherto been foolishly is absolute in for the triangular.
A conclude that painting cannot exist today withc without time has passed for our masters.
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Guerilla Titleationā¦
@Ignatius
Hypoxia
@TailOfTruth
Simultaneity
@japhroaig
Podophobia
@daneel
Rodentia
@monkeyoh
Chinchilla
@MarkDow
Ellipses
@Melizmatic
Lilac Whine
@tropo
Battle of Crater
@chgoliz
Out of Love
@RogerStrong
Nord and Bert
@TailOfTruth
The Olives of Wrath
[No infringement intended.]
@daneel
Into a Corner
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'Splain, please.
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Pun on your poem about wailing and the famous song Lilac Wine.
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Never heard of it before,
To Youtube!
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Many, many versions! Here is bestā¦
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You read my mind; that was the one I picked from my search results.
Listening to it now.
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