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The doorbell rang,
and my toast came up,
was only barely warm, i knew something's fuktup.
My email came,
empty microwave started,
my radio skwawkked then my old dog Jerry farted.
A plane flew by,
the garage door raised,
my VCR clock stopped blinking, i became amazed.
Opened the fridge door,
The bathroom light came on,
my alarm watch sounded, yep something wrong.
Finally in desperation,
I threw the main breaker,
candles self ignited, and began to flicker!
My gas grill cranked up,
faucets all turned on,
windless chimes singing, clearly a song!
Car cranked itself,
I'm getting frantic!
then the moon went out, I began to panic!!!
The dose wore off,
I settled down,
almost moved to that little rustic cabin way way way outside of town.
I can't know me
and that's real good
as you know, nobody should.
It's best to see out,
seldom in the mirror,
you're reflected in all exterior.
Can't know my smell
Can't know my aura
Don't ask a friend or use Eudora.
To try directly
is a real big waste
Just sense yourself, don't take a taste.
I want an Umpah Reggae band.
To stomp and throw out sound.
For lunch I want two pickles too.
Should I so be allowed?
Every German Rasta Man,
Yells "Stop that oyster-dude!"
And gulps the morning pickle juice.
That I should be so loud.
Vilhelm Willham-Won'tJam Pencildik San Guillermo De Entropic Maxima
bokonon@maxentropy.org
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