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Her magnificent bosum
was the talk of Sumatra



An itty-bitty fish
had a mighty shopping list

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An itty-bitty fish
had a mighty shopping list

A Renoir, a Van Gogh,
And the works of Franz Liszt!

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The mind may slip
You act, then regret...

The mind may slip
You act, then regret
Therefore: Open your zip
When you pee, or get wet!

Sometimes I sit alone and think
Of what the future holds in store...

Sometimes I sit alone and think
Of what the future holds in store
but I quickly back-peddle from that melange of ideas

and remember that I am just sliding down the sink
but the memory is raw
so I slink away and try to not present a profile that is hideous



if I were you and you were me
would everything be different or exactly the same

If I were you and you were me
Would everything be different or exactly the same?
I think it would be fun to see!
Too bad we can't - ain't that a shame?


Aspies and NTs, so they say,
Behave like cats and dogs...

Aspies and NTs, so they say,
Behave like cats and dogs...

But one day Aspies will rule the world,
Then it will be more like flies and frogs.
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I had an itch I could not scratch,
No rest in sight for me...

I had an itch I could not scratch,
No rest in sight for me.
Then suddenly I lit a match
With which to better see.

I saw a tiny little flea
That sat upon my back...

I saw a tiny little flea
That sat upon my back
I gathered up my weapons
and launched a brave attack

I pummeled and I parried
I raked and stabbed and poked
The slaughter was quite scary
I thought the bugger croaked

But gazing in the mirror
At the gaping bloody hole
I realized my error
The 'flea' was just a mole
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In my mind my thoughts do live
In a fragile, heaped up, mess...

In my mind my thoughts do live
In a fragile, heaped up, mess.
Emotions I receive and give
Seem clearer, I confess.

But when I try to understand
The thoughts of other men...

In my mind my thoughts do live
In a fragile, heaped up, mess.
Emotions I receive and give
Seem clearer, I confess.

But when I try to understand
The thoughts of other men
My efforts they do seem to land
Quite short of the sanguine

I'm told to look them in the eye,
read the meaning from their face,

In my mind my thoughts do live
In a fragile, heaped up, mess.
Emotions I receive and give
Seem clearer, I confess.

But when I try to understand
The thoughts of other men
My efforts they do seem to land
Quite short of the sanguine

I'm told to look them in the eye,
read the meaning from their face,
But even when I try and try,
I find that's not the case

It doesn't help to see their mouth
their forehead, or their nose

In my mind my thoughts do live
In a fragile, heaped up, mess.
Emotions I receive and give
Seem clearer, I confess.

But when I try to understand
The thoughts of other men
My efforts they do seem to land
Quite short of the sanguine

I'm told to look them in the eye,
read the meaning from their face,
But even when I try and try,
I find that's not the case

It doesn't help to see their mouth
their forehead, or their nose
Their body gestures just like broth
are bland or very gross

Is it just me or is it them
This conundrum belies...

In my mind my thoughts do live
In a fragile, heaped up, mess.
Emotions I receive and give
Seem clearer, I confess.

But when I try to understand
The thoughts of other men
My efforts they do seem to land
Quite short of the sanguine

I'm told to look them in the eye,
read the meaning from their face,
But even when I try and try,
I find that's not the case

It doesn't help to see their mouth
their forehead, or their nose
Their body gestures just like broth
are bland or very gross

Is it just me or is it them
This conundrum belies
I'm sure they think me very dim
Though I've given many tries

Sometimes I think I'm better off
On some deserted Isle...

Sometimes I think I'm better off on some deserted Isle
With no one else around to call me names or cramp my style.
I'd dine on coconuts and swim around in the lagoon.
I'd sleep beneath the trees and rest my eyes upon the moon.
And if one day I happened to observe a passing ship...

Sometimes I think I'm better off on some deserted Isle
With no one else around to call me names or cramp my style.
I'd dine on coconuts and swim around in the lagoon.
I'd sleep beneath the trees and rest my eyes upon the moon.
And if one day I happened to observe a passing ship,
"I'm quite content without your help," I would then blithely quip.
"This island is a lovely home; I don't need to escape...."

Sometimes I think I'm better off on some deserted Isle
With no one else around to call me names or cramp my style.
I'd dine on coconuts and swim around in the lagoon.
I'd sleep beneath the trees and rest my eyes upon the moon.
And if one day I happened to observe a passing ship,
"I'm quite content without your help," I would then blithely quip.
"This island is a lovely home; I don't need to escape.
There's nothing you can offer me, in any form or shape
To make me leave this place I've come to think of as my own..."