Kill me, I'm Irish!
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At one time I felt myself sensible.
Now it seems that I'm incomprehensible.
I bide my time
speaking in tongues
till syllable becomes indivisible.
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I find myself humming this tune.
It keeps me from thinking too soon.
I hunt for distraction
or some kind of traction
to keep from becoming a loon.
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All my best friends are invisible
but he's my type of guy if he's fixable.
There's no telling why,
whether friend, foe, or guy,
that I find every one of them kissable.
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Somewhere that cuts to the quick
there's a candle with nary a wick.
There's a wax covered floor
in a room with no door
and the flame is beginning to flick.
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---For the perverts
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There once was a lady from Dallas
who dreamt of a large wooden phallus.
She hoped and she prayed
that she hadn't been laid
but she woke up all splintered and calloused.
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At one time I felt myself sensible.
Now it seems that I'm incomprehensible.
I bide my time
speaking in tongues
till syllable becomes indivisible.
---
---
I find myself humming this tune.
It keeps me from thinking too soon.
I hunt for distraction
or some kind of traction
to keep from becoming a loon.
---
---
All my best friends are invisible
but he's my type of guy if he's fixable.
There's no telling why,
whether friend, foe, or guy,
that I find every one of them kissable.
---
---
Somewhere that cuts to the quick
there's a candle with nary a wick.
There's a wax covered floor
in a room with no door
and the flame is beginning to flick.
---
---For the perverts
---
There once was a lady from Dallas
who dreamt of a large wooden phallus.
She hoped and she prayed
that she hadn't been laid
but she woke up all splintered and calloused.
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