rawclyde!

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VALLEY OF DEMOCRACY NO. 9

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Ah, to be a vibrant spiritual energy beneath the sun and moon

perfect as an angel whether it be midnight or high noon

rather than a tranquilized benumbed stumbling baboon

pissing all over myself, unable to find my spoon

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Ah, to accept with graceful nonchalance the imperfection in others

to gently warm with my humble presence all sisters and all brothers

rather than buying a sawed-off shotgun to blow off some drunk’s head

‘cuz I think the world is better off if his worthless hide lay dead

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So I killed a scoundrel, who cares?  I’m Jack Butt

I love my wife, Jane, such a pretty power-hungry slut

I love it when she humps one of her black bucks n’ then comes home

sits on my face as my whip of a tongue fastidiously makes her groan

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When she sits down in a short skirt that advertizes the texture of her panties

framed by fuzzy wonderment that pulverizes a poor man’s fantasies

when she tells me what she wants for dinner & demands my tongue for dessert

how cannot I kneel & slither up beneath that magic skirt?

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Oh I try to be good, love Mother Mary & Jesus too

but apparently I married the wrong woman, ’tis true

the hot wet demonettes of her soul screamed down my throat of doom

and then the sawed-off shotgun I purchased, well, booooooom!

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I didn’t mind her gettin’ it on with Harry, the amiable Indian drunk

I’m willing to share, but he was such a disrespectful skunk

besides screwing my wife he kept asking me for money for beer

relentlessly I bought the cah-boomer, now he’s a memory, I fear

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Ahhhhhhh, it’s the gouche moment that kills for-ever-more

why’d I marry Jane, the saucy power-crazed whore?

i could’a been a saint, i truly believe ’tis oh so true

instead, I’m a vanished hobo beneath this desert blue

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Oh, to be a vibrant spiritual energy beneath the sun and moon

perfect as an angel whether it be midnight or high noon

rather than a tranquilized benumbed stumbling baboon

pissing all over myself, unable to find my spoon

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

from the out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by

Rawclyde!