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All behold the spectacle

A fleshy limbless rectangle

Sitting on a pedestal

So nasal handicapable

Sniff and remember silver ball

Contortions that he can't recall

The torso on a trampoline

The happiness melts into dream

To talk is an enunciated sneeze

To taste is some foul air to breathe

Grease is the word, it's the word, that you heard

It's the word that you heard

Is the time, is the place, is the motion

One thought it lasts a day and at that rate

He'll most likely live forever!

He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite

And he fucks himself as he fucks the world

His twitching brain can dance within

Gyrating more like gelatin

A secret means of ecstasy

Acute and very olfactory

To see his colors crawling in the nose

To hear his stinking highs and lows

He's got an itch

But nothing with which

To scratch the itch

So wish it away!

With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt

'Cause he's Hitler and Swayze

And Trump and Travolta

(The sky, dark)

(Nothing, nothing, nothing)