Portrait Of A Horny Agnostic
As A Young Man

You don't gotta send an Angel down , Lord.
Just some good company
to liven my spirits,
who digs things I dig (that I can afford.)

Maybe it's blasphemy
to request one with nice tits,
gray eyes and chestnut hair. (So I don't get bored.)
No More Latin honey!
I can't stand their awful fits.

On each these facts we can be in accord
I know my luck is out and has been poured,
and we aren't that chummy.
I lack faith that never quits
So far though, all these prayers have been ignored.

You don't gotta send an Angel down, Lord
nor a Playboy™ bunny.
But maybe if time permits
send me something sweet I haven't explored.

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What Are We?

What are we?
What are you?
Who Is Me?

Here's My Answer:
Go Get Cancer

So you see,
we are through
Let's Be Free!

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F o r E m i l y

Murphy was his name.
But No Longer!
He will be never the same.

Half man, some skin on his face
Half machine, his metal flesh
All Cop, To Be There, Just In Case
Detroit's Hero Where man and Machine mesh.

Murphy was his name.
But these days, he does not recall
So Call him ROBOCOP, If To You It's All The Same
I hope he stays, Here to protect us all.

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