Torbtown
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HER 

Bozoboy on a rock 
only tryin' ta Grock 
what it means ta be a man 
in a fucked up frozen land 
devoid of chicks. 
Just dicks, hicks, pricks. 

Find a little diversion. 
A wee bit of perversion 
with some bit of fluff, 
it just ain't enough 
ta fulfill my need, 
satiate my seed. 

Waitin' fer HER... 
Life's just a blur 
of frozen fishes 
unfulfilled wishes... 
Wonder if I'll ever see 
HER delicious mystery? 

Or if the Fates care... 
Or if they will Dare 
to unlock the door to me 
which will allow HER to see 
the darkest part 
inside my heart. 

And if HER light 
will make things right, 
and end the pain 
that fills my brain 
and allow me to Finally see 
the Greatest, Grandest, reality...

twj 
'99 




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