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Song About Being a Foot
02:55
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I have walked a million miles in your shoes
but only because you directed me too.
Inadequacy lingers
toes are not fingers.
Strangled in socks!
I am a foot.
Meet me at the end of your leg.
Meet me where your soul meets the floor
stompin’ on a hardboiled egg.
Dead skin cells and sweat
no friend of fungus, I
Can’t breathe! Can’t breathe!
And in the coffin I’m
the only part of you that they
can’t see
can’t see.
I have balked a billion biles in your blues.
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Marquis de Sade was a sadist.
Mohammed Ali was “the Greatest.”
And rumors say that LBJ
gave meetings from a toilet every day.
And Hitler was a heavy hitter
who had a friend named Himmler.
Peter Rose broke his nose.
Now he doesn’t smell so well.
Martin Luther lived
on a diet of worms through a sieve.
Badoglio and Mussolini
Mussels Marinara and Harry Houdini.
It’s always five o’clock somewhere
and midnight somewhere else.
A single thousand legger devours
a triple amputee within hours.
And Edith Stein was very stern.
In Auschwitz did her body burn.
Sister Teresa Benedicta
found herself in quite a predicta…
meant for you and me…
You wait and see!
Marquis de Sade was a sadist.
Marquis de Sade was a sadist.
And Georges Bataille
boiled eggs with his eye.
He enjoyed them most
with thanatoast.
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Three Brown Liquids
02:46
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The first is urine.
I splash it on my face
to consecrate my failure.
The second is petrol.
I pour it on my hair
to ignite.
The third is champagne
a chalice shared
by my enemies.
“The chalice is poisoned!
The chalice is poisoned!”
I watch the fallow fellows falling forward.
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Margaret Sanger died while dreaming things we take for granted:
her bold abortuaries in every corner of the planet.
Murder factories for modest means and even smaller
for children of three inches with no need for growing taller.
Then Margaret Sanger went to hell. Of course, found no reward there.
Her scalded flesh in salty baths fell off til she was bone bare.
Molloch makes a meal of those who do his work most gladly.
Margaret Sanger sacrificed so many gleefully or had she?
May our Lord have mercy
have mercy on Margaret Sanger.
“There is a way out.”
Margaret Sanger was redeemed and shown by God the way home.
She fought through demon hordes with giant forceps made of her bone.
Finally, she came to Limbo where reported
live the souls of every boy and girl who’s ever been aborted.
She marched her children out of Limbo, passed through Purgatory.
And lives eternally with all of them in Heaven’s glory.
Margaret Sanger Lives in Heaven.
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An oyster caught chlamydia
in Eastern Cambodia.
A dog with a cold tried to blow his own nose
but he failed.
Goose ends, loose ends
a feather fleet of poultry setting sail.
I’m a loaf of bread
and I’m dreaming of toaster heaven.
A bird in the morning
tweets words of warning
then puts on a crab hat
with claws and red satin as the veil.
Goes out crab hattin’ in Lower Manhattan
fine crab-hattin’ in Staten Island too.
The oceans are boiling.
You can tell by the smell
that the planet isn’t well.
The best Chilean sea bass
is cookin’ in the South Chilean Sea.
Let’s board a plane and fly
to a delicious place to die:
the clambake at the end of the world.
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Sun cracks through black cotton
like knuckles through finger skin.
Hairs in ears, hairs in noses
everywhere it grows is
like mold on bread
and I think I’m toast.
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I foster a chicken inside.
Ma deserted.
Papa died.
My ribcage is fine
but not so my spine
and I’ve got an appointment at nine.
Chiropractor arrives by helicopter.
First as tragedy, then as tragedy.
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Unworthy of Love
03:12
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Those who feel unworthy of love
are taken aback when they get too much.
It’s alien, like heroin
entering the veins of an addict gone clean.
Have you ever seen one when they’re found?
When they die before their body hits the ground?
Outpour of outrage
and the vain simulacra
sanctimony’s pyre
of phony fire.
No lives matter… duh.
“Gooble, gobble, one of us.”
Ciphers in ledgers
add up to nothing.
Those who feel unworthy of love
are taken aback when they get too much.
It’s alien, like heroin
entering the veins of an addict gone clean.
Have you ever seen one when they’re found?
Needle in the arm but still wearing a frown.
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I dreamed I caught a cold
from a woman in a dream.
A very bad cold
with fevered aspiration.
I dreamed I went to hospital
in an ambulance of nightmares.
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I May Be a Rat
03:20
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I may be a rat
but you are the sinking ship
and it’s better to be a rat
than to be a sinking ship.
Flu virus floating in the water supply
and it’s killing everyone over 55.
On deck afternoons at 3
for snacks and a mass burial at sea.
Hindenburg was full of hot air
demanding everybody call him “Herr”
in flight transatlantic
smashed in flames into the Titanic.
Lusitania down, down.
Everybody drown, drown.
Wilhelm Gustloff, run from town
steal an umbrella from lost and found.
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Pets will eat their owners.
Give ‘em a chance!
Skull is but a bone
under pink flesh.
(Or brown or yellow
all equal in a dog’s eye)
I pray my dog outlives me.
Can’t bear to bury another.
And then my dog will eat me
my foreskin melts like butter.
Owl in a bowl
the ghost of banquet future
malevolently generous
in her rodent gorge.
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One Meatball
02:48
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Lou Gehrig
05:22
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(excerpted and re-arranged from Mr. Gehrig’s speech, Yankee Stadium, July 4, 1939)
When you have a mother-in-law who sides with you in squabbles
that’s something, that’s something.
In ballparks for 17 years
never received anything
but kindness.
Look at these grand men!
Builder of baseball’s greatest
empire, Ed Barrow;
wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins.
Sure, I’m lucky.
Might have been a bad break.
But I’ve got an awful lot
an awful lot to live for.
You’ve been reading about
the bad break I got.
But today I consider myself
the luckiest man
on the face of the earth.
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Somber Sombrero
01:29
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A sad hat
a somber sombrero
a cripple’s cap
but it covers my hair, oh,
these pitiful pants
are just simpering slacks
over socks
yearning for shoes.
On the sad snout
of a dog who’s ill-humored
sat a dead fly
who succumbed to a rumor
that a spider
lived inside of the cat.
Now they’ve all gone out the window.
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David E. Williams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
DAVID E. WILLIAMS has released numerous recordings of his demented chamber pop for over 3 decades, but he has also collaborated with other artists, such as Rozz Williams (Christian Death), Deathpile, Jerome Deppe, Naevus, Thomas Nola and Andrew King. He was also a fulltime member of The Muskets and Destroying Angel. ... more
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