I knew a Zed who enjoyed the dead, he listened to Al Cooper while sniffing their heads. We were friends with a Zex who enjoyed his sex, who didn't mind humping lumps of warm fuzzy bread. These beasts were bizarre, with crosses and stars scared upon thars, who sipped fermented peaches on rotten fish beeches, where never a dull moment was ever within reaches. I write about them since it's far from the truth, and to help you realize that I'm the Anti-Suess!
I met a man at the bar, who stank of wine and played guitar. Under blue light of moldy stage he weaved incantations like a mystic sage, casting a spells through smoky air upon bloodshot gaze.
Weary is the mind of men that see truth through lies, Thou art not content in the life so chosen for thee, Merely breath and heartbeat longing for freedom, Equality merely a dream shadowed by false...
The blade frees her pain A soul tormented and sad Swept away in red.
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Mountains of foul stench Spread out across grassy fields Tread lightly my friends.
Once upon a time there lived a greedy little squirrel who wanted all the nuts in the forest for himself.
Billy the bird no longer cared, he simply refused to fly anywhere. He stood on his branch not wanting to go, he stood in the rain and he stood in the snow.
I am the cat, important am I, not a mouse dares smirk as I strut by. Those dirty little mice with their freedom cheese ways, I told them to buy cheese that the corporate pigs made.