'Too Many Poets'

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I'm on the lunatic fringe
On a three-day binge
Squawking and squeaking
Like an oil-less hinge

Been laughing non-stop like a maniac
What the Hell was the joke?
I seem to have lost track.
What the Hell is so funny?
I ain't got no money,
And this cheese is a bit runny.
There's a rumor
That a wicked sense of humor
Can melt away tumors

So tickle my fancy
Before I get antsy
Till tears streak my cheeks
Make me bellow like a freak!

Your face is covered with pus,
I find that rather hilarious
Your pain makes me giddy
Hope your life remains shitty

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